Thursday, May 28, 2009

Connemara Landscapes 3, Co Galway

These are the last of this series. There will be more in the future because these do not do justice to the beautiful scenery. 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:

Leisha Camden said...

Gorgeousness again! :-) I really like the skies in some of these shots, very dramatic.

Paz said...

Gorgeousness have not heard that word in a while, Alex Delarge :)

Hilðe said...

Powerful colours on some of them - me like. :D harmonic ^^

Hilðe said...

I meant dramatic. Haha, I'm obviously not on Earth today ^^

Paz said...

It is one of the most beautiful
landscapes in Ireland, there is such a variety, you can wander for miles without meeting another soul

Paz said...

"obviously not on Earth today" :O, no wonder you have not posted new pics in a while, :P

Hilðe said...

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 ;)