The Birds… Sunday Stills

Sunday Stills, the next challenge: Birds

Posted on September 29, 2013 by 

Last days of September and since time flies lets do birds this week. One or a whole flock, big or small, live or a figurine or statue its up to you to show your birds,  that did’nt sound right.


Near my sister in law’s house (near Sligo, Ireland) there is this beautiful park. We South Africans are amazed to see how young mothers and their children can go walking through wooded areas, and expect to come out on the other side of it alive and unmolested…  In this park there is a flock of white swans, and they create a peaceful setting for the walk:


IMG_0474I just wonder- is Ireland ALWAYS cloudy and rainy?

Black & White Tuesday- in an Irish cemetery….


… The church…

On the journey of Ireland in 2006 we stopped at a cemetery just past Sligo at Drumcliff.


… and the cross…


…in the poet’s poem…

ImageThe poet W.B. Yeats-

A Drinking Song

WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

W.B Yeats

And the poem on his grave-

Under bare Ben Bulben’s head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.

No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!

The Angry Sea…


by Sara Rosso on August 30, 2013

Sea. What kind of emotions does the sea or ocean make you feel?


The sea does not always give them back…

Sligo Fishing harbour, Ireland


ImageWhat is she looking at?

ImageThe harbour where he won’t be coming home to…


The Angry Atlantic next to Ireland…

William Whiting ‘s beautiful Hymn for those at sea:

Eternal Father, Strong to Save

Eternal Father, strong to save,
Whose arm hath bound the restless wave,
Who bidd’st the mighty ocean deep
Its own appointed limits keep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Christ! Whose voice the waters heard
And hushed their raging at Thy word,
Who walkedst on the foaming deep,
And calm amidst its rage didst sleep;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
Most Holy Spirit! Who didst brood
Upon the chaos dark and rude,
And bid its angry tumult cease,
And give, for wild confusion, peace;
Oh, hear us when we cry to Thee,
For those in peril on the sea!
O Trinity of love and power!
Our brethren shield in danger’s hour;
From rock and tempest, fire and foe,
Protect them wheresoe’er they go;
Thus evermore shall rise to Thee
Glad hymns of praise from land and sea…