The Burren in Ireland, available on Imagekind
This week on Photo By Design, we are focusing on lines in images, and it reminded me of this photo taken in Western Ireland in 2008. The Burren is a magical place with rocks that are thousands (correction, millions) of years old.
From the poem, Ireland with Emily, by John Betjeman,
Stony seaboard, far and foreign,
Stony hills poured over space,
Stony outcrop of the Burren,
Stones in every fertile place,
Little fields with boulders dotted,
Grey-stone shoulders saffron-spotted,
Stone-walled cabins thatched with reeds,
Where a Stone Age people breeds
The last of Europe’s stone age race.
Additional Reading:
Writer and poet, John O’Donohue is from this wild and wonderful place.
What a magical place. Ancient stones covered in green.
Lovely image. I hope to get to Ireland some day. To be nit picky, however, the rocks are millions of years old, not thousands.
You’re absolutely right. I guess it’s hard for me to even fathom that kind of age.
Being a pseudo-scientist, I had the same thought (millions instead of thousands). I’m a newby at contemplative thought and photography but have extensive knowledge of the natural world. Am I destined to be “nit picky” too or is there a cure for being a know-it-all? Thx!