Thursday, 14 February 2019

A Valentine's Day Message !


‘For all the ladies that I have loved 
and all the others that I never met..’

IF I WAS ….

If I was wind
My gentle breath
Would linger caress
Shoulders to finger tips.

If I was rain, droplets
Would cascade gleaming
Diamonds brighter than light
That shines from your eyes.

If I was snow, flakes
As Rose petals, perfumed
By dawns early dew
Would cling tenderly on you.

If I was Sun, on you
No shadows would play
Only joy fun lights
and
Smiling beams all day.

©MRL 07. 01. 2000



Tuesday, 5 February 2019

Life Emerging



As I walked through our warm and sunny garden
I just had to take a photo of this little chap.



New life emerging or is he awakening from hibernation, the choice is really yours. To me I see him awakening from a satisfying sleep because I know that's the wary look that I give to the world on before emerging from my slumbers.

The one thing I am certain of is that himself and his friends will soon be working hard rejuvenating
the woodlands and all that is dear to them. For they are fantastic fellows who enjoy in equal measures happy frolics and hard work.

Has anyone else yet spotted one slumbering in their garden, do please let me know ?

It has just occurred to me that we can probably get a grant from the UK Gov. Witnessing as how Mrs May has lots of spare cash to splash about on lost causes.

Wednesday, 23 January 2019

LOOKING UP

I have been reading the on-line newspapers and watching the news reels nothing but negative stuff to be seen on any of them... so I decided to show myself in a quaint if not nutty mode and hoping to cheer you all up!




Thursday, 17 January 2019

A Personalised Card

I had a birthday the other week and have now attained the age of almost sensibility. I say: 'almost sensibility' because I doubt that I shall ever be entirely sensible and 76 is such a good time of life 
to have fun.


In fact I rather believe that our Toby (above) is far more sensible than I shall ever be and even he has not lost his sense of humour. 

We did though celebrate the day to our very best ability and a few friends came around in the evening bringing gifts and giving us surprises. One of which was to perfume the room by washing the floor in a unique way, by using a full bottle of Prosecco !

Oh the sadness that followed, the wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth was almost too much to bear. When all had died down and equilibrium restored I quietly went to the fridge and replaced the fallen one with a golden bottle of the same - I do think that we have give people time to wallow. 
Mrs H said that we ought to see it as the birthing of a new birthday tradition - rather like the launching of a new ship by breaking a bottle of champers on the bow.

I enjoyed all of the day, it was really good fun and intend to have many more. 
Though few will ever compare to my seventieth birthday celebration which went on for three long days, of twelve hour sessions with different friends arriving each day to do their best with laughter, music, singing and dancing. Might do something a similar next year... Mrs H please take note !


Well, onwards, onwards I must get back to the easel where a young mermaid is getting cold.

Have fun all of you and have a great new year !









Tuesday, 18 December 2018

Self Portrait

I don't believe that I have ever shared with you that my first love was painting and that at various times in my life I have been quite prolific. During the in-between times my mind was wholly taken up with poetry which filled and satisfied my being.

Creative poetry now seems to have left me high and dry once again ! So I have now returned to my first love once more and have set myself up in our spare room.


In the background are my glass paintings which provide a screen between two rooms.



Here is a replenished supply of my oil painting tools, the tin lid in the foreground is my palette.
I don't believe in wasting money on fancy equipment apart from 
my Peterson pipe and baccy of course - both very necessary to me!



Here is my painting, after twenty-five years of being in the doldrums. 
This is my first ever attempt at a self portrait (minus glasses and wrinkles of course - wink!) 
The background is Co. Clare where we recently holidayed.

Please let me know your opinions in the comments section.

Wednesday, 5 December 2018

NOCTURNAL ADVENTURES



I am not in my studio today. Waiting for the paint to dry is an excuse for feeling lazy, due perhaps to my nocturnal travels.

There is a portal in the bedroom that I enter that allows me to visit other realms of life. Last night's journey was to faery and I had some wonderful adventures with those special folk. We went to a hurling match which was quite violent at times, almost like a faery war but not. Did you know that outside of the arena they play their fiddles for the sole purpose of encouraging and enlivening the hurlers ? That was news to me.

After the match I made my way home via a coastal route that took me close to the sea where I saw an old chap fishing with his pole, dressed in colourful clothes and wearing a wooly cap. I think he felt a bit shy because as I watched the colours of his clothing started to fade until all that was left of him was a black outline that pulsated once or twice and then was gone for good.


The fisherman did appear again later and this time he was just an outline of himself sitting precariously (I thought) on a very thin, twiggy branch of a blackthorn tree. This time I avoided staring at him for any length of time in case he took fright again. 

My journey ceased near a mound not too far from where I live and very soon I was back in bed and sound asleep.

So What did you do before sleep
last night ?

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

Shorelines

This is my five-hundredth blog post and the last photos of our recent holiday
on the West coast of Co Clare.


It would be fair to title this photo 'Ancient and Modern'.
In the foreground is the traditional curach which has been in use for centuries 
by the inshore fishermen of Ireland.



Modern lobster and crab pots made of steel.
My eye was caught by the high trees, so close to the shore, an unusual sight
in this part of Clare for you can travel for miles without seeing any at all.




The glorious limestone of the Burren dominates all 
and provides an eye stopping backdrop.



The small harbour of Ballyvaghan and a large old anchor




The houses of Ballyvaghan seem to cling to the shore for survival, 
squashed as they are between the Burren hills and the sea.



Further along the coast is Fanore beach with its sand dunes. 
I imagine that it may be a good place to fish with a rod and line 
given the right conditions.



In the foreground are the feeding grounds of sea birds as well as herons and egrets.
The rocky isles are almost totally covered by the high tides each day.




Night falls slowly and the sea has a particular look about it 
that says winter is not far away.




The ever-present elements of wind powered waves crash upon coastal rocks
to shape the land that we call home.

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My great appreciation and thanks to everyone who visits and reads this blog
and please leave me a comment for it is nice know who has visited.





Monday, 12 November 2018

TRANQUILITY

This blog has returned to normal, well whatever normal is... This blog is a continuation of our holiday in Co. Clare and the photos are those that were taken in the early morning immediately after my first nights sleep in a strange bed. A single bed at that, which in itself felt strange, not having the comfortable companionship of a sleeping partner immediately next to me. 



The dawn light breaks lovingly through in the eastern sky.



On the horizon the low fog and the sea reflects the dawn lights.
And all is tranquil.



Looking to the northeast-ish.





Our holiday home and the replaced Bentley catches the early light.


Long shadows are cast upon the ground, typical for the time of the year.


The small harbour of Ballyvaghan with its fishing boats sit silently shrouded under 
Cappanwalla and Gleninagh Moutains of The Burren.




Later that day we visited an Arts and Crafts Exhibition where Jane met a local artist Helen Lowe.
 It turned out, unknown to me, that they are Facebook friends ! 


There are more photo's to share with you because I really do want to show case
this part of Ireland with you all.

Monday, 5 November 2018

The un-coffined ones.



I had a strange experience when we were taking a late summer holiday in Ballyvaghan in Co.Clare. One clear, sunny day I sat looking at the sea at high tide, the only movement was from the waves as they ended their journey and gently touched the shore.

I became aware that there were lines of greyish-white floating on the water. As I looked more carefully I saw it was script and could make out names, numbers and even the names of ships in some of the lines.

The majority of names were foreign ones, though mingled between them were the more recognisable Irish and British names. Nearly all of these names had numbers, such 23,16, 78 and 52 next to them which I presumed were ages. In some cases names of ships also followed. 

Hundreds and hundreds lines of names were floating towards the shoreline and disappearing in the slight foam as it touched the beach.
This vision went on without stopping for an hour and a half, until I just had to take a break and go indoors for a cup of coffee and biscuit where I shared my experience with my companion.

About an hour later I returned to the car for a pipe of tobacco. 
Surprisingly my earlier ‘vision’ was still there, the script was identical in style although the names were different.

The next day when I looked at the sea at high tide the vision was still there only this time, 
I was unable to decipher the language for it was written in an oriental language similar to Chinese Hanzi.
My conclusion is that my vision showed the names of people who had been drowned at sea and whose bodies were never recovered. 

Water has memory, an idea first propounded by Samuel Hahnemann, a 18th-century German doctor and then debunked by scientists of the day and sadly by some today.
However, in the 1980’s Dr. Jacques Benveniste proved that water does indeed have memory. Unfortunately Dr. Benveniste died before any awards could be made but Prof. Luc Montagnier, Nobel Prize Laureate, has taken on the formidable task of following the pioneering work of Beneviste.  Once again it has been proven that water has the ability to reproduce the properties of any substance it once contained.  In other words - water has memory.

Back to my vision - what then caused me to see this?
I have no answer, nor do I know if others have had the same experience.
This experience did lead me to construct a poem from my vision 

The Un-coffined Ones

I watched in awe a million names drift ashore
grey white words floating on waves
To become absorbed gently on the foreshore
and beached at last for evermore.

Written in old unused script
names foreign unknown
from long ago and yesterday
The lost un-coffined ones.

Pedro, Sebastian, Antonio
Jon- Marie, Roberta, Siobhan
To name but a few
Names of the lost dead

Mourned and perhaps still loved
beneath the waves they lie deep
In the oceans depths untouched
No flowers for their graves.

© MRL November 2018

Tuesday, 30 October 2018

Different Views

I really had to take a photo of the Heron hunting for food !

The poor quality of the photo above is because I was too lazy to use the tripod... 
and perhaps over fed.


LINANNE'S BAR at New Quay, Co. Clare.


This is my favourite Bar and Seafood Restaurant and so popular that the best time to visit to be sure of getting a table is in the winter on a weekday lunchtime.




Sea fresh lobsters stuffed with prawns are my favourite and if unavailable then I can recommend their seafood pie which is also delicious. 
Washed down fifteen minutes afterwards with a pint of Guinness!




The Russell Gallery - http://www.russellgallery.net

A truly amazing place to wander around and see a great variety of arts & crafts.

There a great many very attractive and skilful paintings there, a few of which I would have brought home had we the wall space. 

One in particular, entitled 'Not all who wander are lost' by Roland Byrne 
really caught my eye - follow this link and see for yourselves.




I love this old building which is so full of character and as well as the gallery it also has a small bistro that sells a wide range of organic wines with delicious dishes. 
Mine choice was their Antipasto which I did great justice to, not a crumb was left.
 I can also recommend their great coffee.




Reflecting on reflections.

Mrs H took this amazing photo of me looking out of the widow of our holiday home.



Here she is again beachcombing.





My good self with the amiable Toby.

I took dozens of photo's during our holiday and have lots tales about
our fun times too; so as they say watch this space for there is more to come !