Yesterday’s post on Solitude left a lot unsaid as it related to a moment in which I felt like an intruder. But I just want to tell you than when I turned round, these were the colourful eyes that my gaze.

Yesterday’s post on Solitude left a lot unsaid as it related to a moment in which I felt like an intruder. But I just want to tell you than when I turned round, these were the colourful eyes that my gaze.
Stradbally Cove tends to be the end-point for many of my jaunts along the Copper Coast here in Co. Waterford. I thought I was alone there last Monday when I was seizing what felt like the first day of Summer.
But a horse and rider were soaking up, and creating, the atmosphere of a place which always fills me with a deep sense of gratitude for the endless possibilities that nature provides.
Somehow, it felt wrong to disturb their peace. Theirs was a solitude that was obviously precious ~ one of those captured moments that sustains the soul.
I had made arrangements with myself to soak in the last weekend of this year’s Turner Exhibition at the National Gallery of Ireland in Dublin on Saturday and Sunday. However, life got in the way and I never made it.
http://www.nationalgallery.ie/
In the midst of everything, I just couldn’t get Turner and his seascapes, with those magnificent colours of his, out of my mind. So I decided that the next best thing to being at the exhibition was to work with the lovely coast that I have all around me here in Co. Waterford.
It has been a stormy few days all I could do while the greyness lingered was to collect Turner-coloured stones from the beach. Then, I managed to capture a sunset and this morning was sheer ecstasy as Tramore saw the most beautiful sunrise at high tide in stormy seas.
So, I hope you enjoy this little selection: