Indomitable Irishry!

The music was always there in my head. Even when taking the pictures, in the wilds of Connemara last summer, I knew this was the song. Play it loud and don’t be afraid to let out the odd whoop or two – It kind of has that effect on one – it brings to mind these words below. By the by, these images were taken within a radius of only 15 miles of each other and over only two days. But such is the diverse nature of the spectacular wild and rugged  grandeur that is the West of Ireland. A white sandy beach with azure blue water lies not 4 miles away from a craggy wind blown rocky outcrop, onto which banks a grassy stretch of land which when bathed in evening sun looks something more akin to a prairie…and in between lies the most glorious expanse of wild and lonely bog road….which, strangely enough, is called…The Bog Road. Now there indeed is a place that one could go wild with a camera…anyone fancy joining me on the old bog road next summer? Now then…about that poem…

“Irish Poets, earn your trade,

Sing whatever is well made…

Cast your mind on other days

That we in coming days may be

Still the indomitable Irishry”

~ WB Yeats

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(Note: music might not be long enough for all the images so you may need to allow the song to play through twice in order to view all the images). Enjoy!