So, courtesy of the man flu, I only had my first proper photoshoot of 2018 yesterday, 20 days after the new year had begun!
But, with deep drifts of fresh snow on the mountains of Northern Ireland, the time had come for me to venture out once more.
Cavehill it was - an easier walk than the Mournes. And yet, the conditions up there were wonderful. I got some nice shots as the sun set.
But the real magic happened when the lights of Belfast came on. With the fading light of twilight to the west still highlighting the ridges of the snow drifts, and with the orange glow from the city bathing the drifts in warm light, the shapes and colour contrasts were just delightful to photography.
It may have taken me nearly three weeks to break my 2018 duck, but I couldn't have been happier with the conditions I got when I finally did!
So I'm starting half liverly with beau from Wednesday for three months 🐎
In the last few months since my sister passed , I've been trying to come to terms with losing my sister. I've been to a few counselling sessions always in with my gp and on anti-depression tablets.
I cry everyday and so stressed out with dealing with grieving it's comes on me whenever it likes. I could be driving down the road and I get a panic attack and start crying so hard it hurts my chest.
My sister always said do something you love doing as your mind will always be free . Cycling to Tonya was her passion and she loved having it in her life.
Horses have always been my passion and I always thought I was too old to start my passion with horses. Horse riding is my counselling it's the one hour I don't feel pain in my heart or sadness knowing life will have to continue on without tonya.
The hour on beau my heart beats again I feel free from the prison walls from greving. When I trot or canter I listen to Tonya in the air, the fresh air blowing against me face and the sounds beau makes as his legs are landing onto the sand in the arena. This is my counselling and my greving is slowy disappearing into the air.
I need to let my sister rest peaceful and keep her always in my heart and know she is in the air and watching out for me. As beau stops too a walk I look down and give him a pat. His ears move back and I say thank you beau for helping me through this difficult time in life.
Munster Vales is home to incredible historically significant sites, like the Rock of Cashel. It’s also home to some of the warmest, most welcoming people I’ve ever met. To read the story of @vera.miklas (and get her recipe for the best plum and almond tart), check out my latest post. Why do you travel? Is it for history, adventure, food, people, or something else?
Millmount, Drogheda, in last night's fog. The martello tower is a reconstructed British military fortification built on top of a pre-existing mound (presumed to be Norman but probably much older) in the early 1800s. The mound, in local folklore, is said to be the burial place o Amergin Glúngeal, whose name, translated, means 'Birth of Song' and 'Bright Knee'. Is it not a matter of supreme irony that this mound of earth should be the one that is said to mark Amergin's grave. In an act of aggressive imperialism (if you believe the tale, as told in the ancient Lebor Gabála, the Book of Invasions), Amergin was the first of the Milesian brothers to set foot in Ireland, at the Boyne Estuary, as the Milesians arrived to take over Ireland from the Tuatha Dé Danann. Following their defeat, the Dananns made an accord with the Milesians. In their armistice, they chose to inhabit the sídhe (ancient mounds), while the Milesians were granted the surface world. In a fantastic twist of irony and synchronicity, Amergin later entered his own sídhe, under the great mound that now supports the Millmount martello tower (known colloquially as the 'Cup and Saucer'), and it was the English, the new conquerors, who occupied the "surface world" above.
Another wet aul day and another weekend washed-out.
Puddles abound and the savvy street photographer has an intimate knowledge of their whereabouts and reflective potential.
A new one for me is here, right on the concentric corrugated base of the Spire. The corrugations curl in a sweep towards the GPO, itself reflected in the runnels.
I've removed the ugly clutter of the Luas catenary - sorry Transdev, but it had to go