minutes after I took this shot a nanny goat with an
ominous set of horns came roaming through the crowd
with her kid trailing behind --
Cross-inscribed pillar dating back to the 12th century
in the yard behind our hotel --
Typical Aran Islands home --
I loved this horse's feedbag: an old handbag, with the
straps over the horse's ears --
These odd flora were in an indentation in some rocks
high on the hill above the shore, although they look
as if they belong in a tidepool. I have no idea what they
are, or to what family they belong:
Such an eye you have! :)
ReplyDeleteLove, C.
Lovely pics. Your header brings to mind Waterhouse's Ophelia.
ReplyDeleteAre you quite sure that the horse isn't feasting on the contents of someone's handbag - lipstick, credit cards, perhaps a Caramilk bar?
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great cottage industry - retooling feedbags into high fashion accessories.
ReplyDeleteHi T.Clear, if your coming back on the ferry, keep an eye out for seabirds like Manx Shearwater and let me know!
ReplyDeleteRainyWest -- alas, I am now 6,000 miles away in sunny Seattle!
ReplyDeleteAh no problem, tis I missed the boat on that one! Sunny Seattle sounds nice. I visited a few years ago. I hope you enjoyed your Aran visit.
ReplyDeletethese pictures just go right to my heart. it is where i belong! and you--going from rainy connemara to rainy seattle. you will never wrinkle, that's for sure.
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