The World has tilted on its axis, if the pundits analysing the American Elections

are to be believed.

It is a day to remember…

Irish bloggers have contributed many fine insights into the changes
that may come with a new President in The White House.

As ever, I struggled to comment on some blogs today:

I’m back in incommunicado mode with the
WordPress comment system.

Sometimes it works, sometimes not.

Here is the comment I’ve just posted on Damien Mulley’s
interesting post in the aftermath of the US Elections:

“A very lyrical and interesting piece.

Thank you for sharing, Damien.

I’m now wondering, a little puzzled,
who “we” are.

Has it turned into a “Them” and “Us” World?”

I upload it here because
Sight nor Light of it
I cannot find on the original post.

It may appear in time?

While there may be many people crying across the World,
I’m just sitting here in perplexed, but contented,
Silence,
admiring the sunshine pouring out of a relatively blue sky.

What a pleasant day…

Let’s heart it…

The Baroque Garden next to IMMA (Irish Museum of Modern Art) was renovated and replanted to a high standard.

The atmosphere is not unlike that found in the film
“Last Year in Marienbad”
(L’Année Dernière à Marienbad)
which was directed by Alain Resnais.

A Baroque effect relies on tight control in both planting
and maintenance.

It repays the effort.

Garden sculpture adds a sense of mystery every time.

Rain has started to fall in torrents in Dublin.

Hydrangeas are in their element.

Dubliners

“White roses and red roses: those were beautiful colours to think of. And the cards for first place and second place and third place were beautiful colours too: pink and cream and lavender. Lavender and cream and pink roses were beautiful to think of. Perhaps a wild rose might be like those colours and he remembered the song about the wild rose blossoms on the little green place. But you could not have a green rose. But perhaps somewhere in the world you could.”

“A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man”

Saturday Afternoon.

Dublin, Ireland with Grey April Skies.

I joined a great group in Flick called

I Drive By Shooting.

What were once peaceful drives in the country with me staring vaguely into
the mid-distance have become a dramatic experience reminiscent of the more
fraught moments in the film “Bonnie and Clyde” when they were on the road.

The perpetual “beep” of my trusty Digital Rebel has been heard for the past two months
as I capture everything that moves along the way.

Here is a nice shot from the end of the peninsula in Sheep’s Head, West Cork.

I’m sure it’s not necessary to travel the length and breath of Ireland
to make nice photos… but it seems to help.