Every evening she rolled up her sleeves and, stitch by stitch, sewed a cloth of moonlight.
Monday, 21 July 2014
Monday, 14 July 2014
She visits so close to the shore
The morning tea, elevenses, afternoon tea and 4 o'clock cuppa. Teach an tae (Tea House), sitting outdoors with a view of the sea - one of the nicest ways to drink tea :) Snippets of sentences spoken softly in Irish.
Saying hello to the friendly locals.
The daintiest of flowers find their way up through the rockiest of grounds.
Catching the last rays amidst a landscape of rock and sea.
Friday, 4 July 2014
Bye bye mainland Ireland
Passing by Inish Meáin on the way. But this is not the island we are sailing to. Staying on the boat 'til the "last stop".
Hello Inish Oírr (the smallest of the 3 Aran islands)
The dolphin escorted our boat into the pier! Can you see her fin?!
Stepping onto an island of green and grey with dots of bright pinks, whites, yellows and purples. Tiny green fields enclosed with ancient dry-stone walls. The only place in the world (along with the Burren and the other Aran islands) where Mediterranean, Arctic, Alpine and Temperate varieties of plants grow together in the one habitat.
Thursday, 26 June 2014
The promised heatwave came and went. Yesterday evening on my walk, a little change; the first rain in two weeks, extracting the freshest scents from the grasses and greenery and air. The little forest above looked silent enough but closer to it the sound of thousands of drops pattering down through the leaves. Hoping the sun returns for a little trip to a small island.
Monday, 16 June 2014
Summer has been playing hide and seek with June for the past few days - until this afternoon. Then the white-grey clouds floated away to let the blue skies appear. Bare arms came out of hiding in cardigan sleeves. Me out in the sunshine, hiding from my painting desk.
The weatherman on the radio says today could be the hottest day of the year so far at 26 degrees celsius. A lady from the painting class I teach promised me last Thursday that a heatwave was on the way. Maybe bare feet will come out of hiding in shoes.
above: a little painting for a little one.
Friday, 6 June 2014
It rained all day today. But it was a nice, cosy soundtrack whilst painting at my table. The birds remembered, though the weather forgot, that it was June and chirped through the rain. Thinking about the weather outside today, remembering the weather last friday on a sunny evening walk during a weekend trip to the west.....
Collecting flowers from along the roadside. I hope my aunt wont mind me putting them in a jar on her kitchen table.
Sun beginning to set. The little triangle in the distance is Croagh Patrick, 60km away in the distance, 764metres high (a big triangle really!).
This song has me bopping in my chair while painting, with the rain for company :)
Friday, 23 May 2014
A path painted yellow by the evening sunlight. Too inviting to not follow and see where it brings me.
Stepping over stripes painted by shadows.
Hawthorn scents and dapples of light.
Light and dark
For once I am really tall, :)