I'm finally getting around to posting again about our Ireland trip. I figure since it's been more than a month since we got back, I better just post what I'm going to post and have done with it.
We saw so many different sights. Part of the allure of the Emerald Isle is its dramatic landscapes. While each of these images, even if captured by someone who hasn't quite figured out his new camera yet, can tell a story without words. Don't worry though, I'll throw some in so you know what you're looking at but mostly because I can't help myself (or is it meself, and then I say lassie? Oh well).
It's amazing how much the time you see something affects the way you see it. Look at a mountain side in the spring and it may be covered with flowers. Look at it in the winter, perhaps it's covered with snow. High tide, and there's a beautiful reflection, low tide and its more wild than majestic. The clouds roll by and cast their shadows, the wind dies down and leaves the water like mirror. The sun bursts out. All of these moments can change the way we see things, but the thing itself hasn't really changed, just the what we perceive and the way we are perceiving it.
Dunguaire Castle at low tide.
Dunguaire Castle at high tide. See? Wild or majestic. Time is the only difference.
This is taken from Dunguaire Castle. If you look carefully you can see a stone archway. That used to be a castle right across from Dunguaire. We stopped here briefly on our trip to see the Cliffs of Moher (see previous post).
This ancient earthen ring fort with tree all around it. In the center was an ancient well. Local legend has it that its inhabited by fairies. That leprechauns will catch you there and spin you 'round and 'round. The more they spin you, the drunker you get. Do you suppose that's where the phrase, drunk enough to make the room spin comes from?
Burren green. An island of green amidst a sea of rock. I wonder what it looks like with a storm rolling in?
It's amazing that this ancient tomb, more ancient than the pyramids in fact, looks larger in pictures. It probably only is about five feet high. I could be off though. Google it if you really want to know. The rocks all around it, pretty nasty stuff.
Burren, at Poulnabrone Dolmen
See what I mean? Crazy rock. It was kind of slippery, very uneven and sharp. And it covers the entire burren. Most of its rockier in fact.
Cemetary outside the High Crosses
Apparently the circle is some sort of Celtic symbol, the cross of course is a Christian symbol. So as Christianity was spreading to Ireland they began making these celtic crosses so they wouldn't offend either religion (and get their monuments torn down).
The picture speaks for itself, doesn't it? Apparently if you couldn't find yourself a wife/husband by a certain age, then your parents found somebody to do it for you.
The layers fascinate me here. That and the fierce rocks give you no idea of how windy it was there at the edge of Europe.
North of Galway and on the way to Connemara and the Kylemore Abbey.
If you look carefully, those things behind the fence that look like tombstones? Those are ancient standing stones, set in a ring and once protected by a ring of trees as well. Now they're guarded by fierce man eating sheep. Not true, but a better story than saying they're just sheep.
Check out the link http://www.praying-nature.com/file_store/gallerys/200811201510130.ross_errily_friary.JPG to see the wide shot. I didn't take any that turned out.
Ross Errily Friary
Lean in and you have a clean shot of a courtyard and some monks' rooms. Lean back a bit and a ruined window frames it for you. I really enjoyed going in and out the friary. It was enormous. I can't imagine how large it must have been in its original state.
Hundreds of islands decorate the large lake in the Connemara area. The picture doesn't do the steep rolling hills justice.
The superstitious Irish won't touch the ruined stone houses. That'd be some major bad luck. The large room was for cooking. The small one is where all 10 members of the family would sleep.
Can't see the grin, but the eyes say it all.
If you can spot any white specs, those would be sheep. The green area, potato farms according to the guide. The brownish tint on the mountain side is apparently heather. I bet it looks amazing when the heather's blooming. Like an emerald and purple island.
This is one of the places on my Ireland wish list. Back in the day some rich guy built it for his wife out in the middle of nowhere. When she died he sold it to some nuns fleeing Germany during one of the world wars.
When the rich guy's wife died (she was sickly folk) he had an elaborate mausoleum built for her. This is how intricately the place was carved. They used four different colors of marble, a rose, green, black and cream.
Lots of pictures of this place, but this isn't even half of what I took. Be glad I'm only showing my favorites.
The wind dies down, the sun peaks out of the sky and then magic happens.
I can't wait to go back to Ireland someday. There are so many beautiful things and places in the world. If we can just alternate out way of seeing things, have a little patience, then we won't miss out on those amazing experiences with out loved ones that let us savor the deep, rich flavor of life.