Vision of Mother Nature

It was dark and dank all day last Friday and then just as it seemed that night had closed in early, the grey blinds on the horizon were slowly opened:

Light on the Horizon over Tramore Sand Dunes

Son, Harry, and I, were treated to a magical sunset:

Harry: Feasting his Eyes

Through the mists, the steeple of the mid 19th century church in Tramore that is such a familiar sight from our kitchen window, rose up into the inky sky:

Skyline of Tramore from Saleens

As the sun was setting out in Tramore Bay, the profile of Mother Nature, wearing an elegant wide-brimmed grey hat, appeared before us in the sky:

Mother Nature

The afterglow has remained with us from a mother and son evening never to be forgotten:

Etching

 

 

 

Are You and Your Phone Joined at the Hip? ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 272

The Back Strand, Tramore, Co. Waterford.

I think I’ve developed an allergy to mobile phones or more specifically to feeling that I’m always within reach. It’s not that I’m hankering after old-fashioned telephone boxes, operators and Press Button A … but I just want to break free, at least some of the time,  like a kite snapping its string and sailing off into the blue.

This morning, for example, I went for a long phoneless walk on the beach here in Tramore. Half the people I met were either chatting on their phones or checking texts or emails and I recognised a former ‘me’ in these people. But there I was today with an immense sense of freedom; I didn’t even have a watch with me!

I’m wondering how on earth we have got so wrapped up in mobile phones that are supposed to be ‘cordless.’

What’s your take on all this?

Feast Your Eyes ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 246

I only realised today that the act of re-vamping one’s CV is more than just a practical job. It jogs all sorts of memories and also squeezes a lifetime onto a couple of pages.

I’d been working on my CV for the early days of this week and this morning I made a mad rush out of the house to feast my eyes on the beauty of the sea.

The tide was out so the three miles of Tramore sands seemed to stretch forever and there was such a sense of living in the moment ~ cocooned between the past that is summarised on the CV and an unknown future. What bliss to be in the present in  the place that anchors me most through its familiar, but ever-changing beauty.

Tramore Beach and Backstrand at Sunrise ~ Gatherings from Ireland # 13

Tramore Beach, Co. Waterford has long been recognised as one of the most beautiful beaches in Ireland, and to me, it is the most beautiful beach in the world. Even in the dark days of December it plays with light and colour in ways which never cease to soothe, inspire and touch every sense.

 

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