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

 

 

 

Throwing Shapes

Yesterday was a day of shapes for me. I seemed to be seeing them everywhere and the light was playing games as well.

Here’s a tiny sample:

Morning Time, Garrarus Beach, Co. Waterford

Rockface

Sea of Cloud

Fishing Spot at the Cliff Road, Tramore, Co. Waterford

The Metal Man and Brownstown Head, Tramore, Co. Waterford

Sundown off Garrarus, Co. Waterford

Shifting Horizons

Tramore Bay, Co. Waterford

Eyes are drawn skyward

to the crooked horizon

of promising pink