Sugar Loaf Mountain … Co. Wicklow, Ireland

Great Sugar Loaf Mountain is located on the edge of the Wicklow Hills to the south of Dublin, and while it looks fairly high it is, at just over 1,600 ft, really not that big at all. Its apparent prominence in the landscape is due to its height relative to the surrounding landscape. The British refer to this type of hill as a Marilyn.

On this occasion we were having a bite to eat at beautiful Powerscourt House and Gardens. The views were spectacular, of course, and so I pulled out the camera and captured a few moments like this.

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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Irish Impressions for St. Patrick’s Day …

This time last year we were getting ready for our three-week trip to the Emerald Isle. I don’t think I’ve ever anticipated a journey more. I was so excited to visit the land of my forefathers. It had been great fun planning it.

As it’s St. Patrick’s Day I’m posting a few of memories of that trip. Others can be found in past and future posts. Check out yesterday’s … a nod to the Irish National Stud.

Have I mentioned I love Ireland!

Inch was one of the biggest surprises. I never imagined such a beach in Ireland.

A wall of collectible Guinness bottles was a feast for the eyes at the Guinness brewery in Dublin. Here are just a few …

These naughty lambs in Kildare had escaped from their field and were playing on the road side … baaaad …

Johnny Foxes in Glencullen in the Dublin Mountains … the “highest” pub in the country … famous for its traditional music and and for being one of Ireland’s oldest pubs … and for numerous chamber pots suspended from its timbered ceiling … 😉 …

Exercising horses on a busy, narrow main road outside Dublin … my horse would have an opinion about that …

And finally, for this post anyway, here is mystical Glendalough, one of my favourite sacred spaces in Ireland.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

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A Thing for Guinness

This was one of those blink-and-you-miss-it moments in Dublin, Ireland, last spring.

At the time I was sitting at the back of the upper deck of a double decker bus during a guided tour of the old city. We’d just gone around the Guinness brewery at St. James Gate and were heading back to James Street when I happened, just happened, to look to my right where a number of decrepit buildings sat.

Imagine my surprise when this little masterpiece came into view.

With no time to think about it I just started clicking away hoping that I would capture something of reasonable quality.

As far as I can remember no one else on the bus noticed it, because there were no other expressions of surprise. By the time I was able to tell my friend about it, it was gone.

So, if you’re ever taking a guided tour of Dublin in a double decker bus, be sure to keep your eyes peeled around the Guinness brewery (I think you’ll find this on Crane Street) for the red head with a thing for Guiness.

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Look Up!

Look Up!

Back to Ireland for a day …

When I visit cathedrals and churches anywhere in Europe I pay attention to the light and what it’s doing. I’m fascinated by the play of reflected stain glass on stone and will stand in one place for several minutes just to watch their interaction.

On this occasion I was visiting Christ Church Cathedral in Dublin, wandering around the gothic columns and looking up, hoping for that special colour-conversation that I find so delightful.

And there it was … the tinted honeyed glow of reflected stain glass swarming a small stone carving high up on a gothic archway. Enchanted and with camera poised, I snapped away being careful not to use flash, as I am acutely aware of the sanctity of sacred spaces.

When I look at this photo I am reminded of the delight I felt in that moment seeing the light play in that otherwise sober sanctuary. And I wonder if this is something the church builders of old had in mind when constructing these edifices — that when we look up we never know what we will find that moves us from the depths of the dreary to the delight of the soul.

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