Maybe a twelvemonth since suddenly I began,
In scorn of this audience, Imagining a man,
And his sun-freckled face, And grey Connemara cloth,
Climbing up to a place where stone is dark under froth,
And the down-turn of his wrist when flies drop in the stream;
A man who does not exist, A man who is but a dream;
And cried, "Before I am old I shall have written him one
Poem maybe as cold And passionate as the dawn."
WB Yeats
7 comments:
Gorgeousness again! :-) I really like the skies in some of these shots, very dramatic.
Gorgeousness have not heard that word in a while, Alex Delarge :)
Powerful colours on some of them - me like. :D harmonic ^^
I meant dramatic. Haha, I'm obviously not on Earth today ^^
It is one of the most beautiful
landscapes in Ireland, there is such a variety, you can wander for miles without meeting another soul
"obviously not on Earth today" :O, no wonder you have not posted new pics in a while, :P
I know...Feeling kinda lost. :-P
But I'm getting closer to my media exam, and then I'm gonna need your help picking out the best pictures ;)
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