Some music and photography here to sweeten your day.
Talk to you soon!
Waterford Walls is a visual Street Art project in Waterford City, Ireland. Irish and International street artists and talented school students transformed old spaces into extended art gallery. The first image is the work of Joe Caslin, a street artist and art teacher from Roscommon who is known for his project “Our Nation’s Sons” – large scale portraits of young men from disadvantaged social backgrounds.
In the image below, a man stopped to touch the surface of the portrait. I will tell you why. Joe Caslin paintings are done on biodegradable paper, and will come down within a few weeks. We are lucky with the weather, and I hope the paintings will last another month.
Another work of the same artist in Olaf Street. It is sad they won’t stay here too long.
I went around the city center to look for the other murals. First of all, I visited one of my favorite places in O’Connell Street and was pleased to find an interesting work.
After that I walked to Stephen Street. This is unused De La Salle Hall built in 1915. I love the new look of it’s facade. As it often happens in life, the facade is the only attractive part…
More murals in Stephen Street.
I like this mural because the girl is holding a camera in her hands.
It is where the rain started, and I rushed under the roof of a garage. From there I took a picture of a mural and a family with the matching umbrella.
The rain didn’t last long and I walked to New Street to see the gardens and more murals.
It was my last destination. There are about twenty murals, very colorful.
This one is dedicated to Waterford Hospice.
I stood there waiting for someone to come over and do something amazing, or at least something worth a picture, but there was no one in the gardens, so I just took a snap of the girl and her bees.
Thank you for walking the streets with me. I know, it is not a once-in-a-lifetime trip, but think about the murals that won’t last longer that a couple of weeks. You have seen them!
This is sort of a similar exposition in 2008.
I cannot disagree with the wise man. Cats cannot be made slaves. Look at this face if you had any doubts.
Look at this royal gesture.
A warrior fighting invisible evil…
“A silent guardian, a watchful protector”…
He used to live a life of emperor and didn’t know what was coming …
… but he took it with dignity.
Another remarkable cat I had a pleasure to meet.
Leo, the most patient and meek creature ever, a good-hearted friend of his humans and their young.
There are many kitties who are less fortunate, but you can see the aristocracy of blood showing through. This kitty was living in the streets and took the food offerings with grace and dignity.
I met this kitty in Dingle Peninsula, driving around the Slea Head. He was sitting at the empty cottage and wouldn’t make any eye contact with the strangers ( otherwise he didn’t mind us, and was actually purring).
This is another stray cat. The only difference is that he was living in Coliseum, Rome.
There are many stray cats in Rome. Old people feed them. The world is a better place because of the caring old people.
This young fella is KC, a member of a family of four cats all rescued by their human in different circumstances.
These three kittens were taken to the vets and put down by a man whom I knew as a kind and caring son, father and husband. I knew he didn’t want the kittens and I asked him if I could take them and find them home, but he lied that he would do it himself… Three years ago we were reconnected at the deathbed of our friend. After we left the room he was trying to make an apology, mumbling something about a reconciliation. I told him he was fine. The following year I got a word that he had an accident at work, and he isn’t himself anymore since. God knows, I didn’t wish him anything like that.
I still keep the simple toys I had made for them.
“The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats…”― Albert Schweitzer
Cat’s in the Cradle” is a 1974 folk rock song by Harry Chapin from the album Verities & Balderdash. It has nothing to do with cats. The song is about a man who never had time for his son.
The Cat’s cradle is a string game. You can read about it and many more old and forgotten games here.
Well, we had enough of sad things, let’s have a chuckle 🙂
This image belongs to a Russian artist Svetlana Petrova. Click on the link to see Zarathustra the cat improving some famous artworks with his presence. When Svetlana’s mother died she was deeply depressed, and creating these images was a part of the healing process.
This cutie is Jonne. He had a big happy family – another two cats and a dog. They are all gone. When Jonne joined the family he was sick and weak because of neglect, and he was beaten too. It was long ago, he lives with his significant human now and they are inseparable.
Speaking of friendship.
“You know a real friend?
Someone you know will look after your cat after you are gone.”
― William S. Burroughs, Last Words: The Final Journals
Thank you for reading! These pictures were taken over the years, and some of the cats must have crossed the Rainbow bridge since.
Could you share a few words about your Pet ( not necessarily a cat)?
Photography tip of the day: Taking pictures of your pets use natural light and come closer. The best time for a portrait ( close up) is when the pet has just woke up and is still sleepy. Show their personality in your pictures: You know all these faces and looks, capture them 🙂
Have a great weekend!
I can tell with certainty that every Carrick-A-Rede Rope bridge visitor has this picture. A one kilometre long coastal walk from the car park over the high cliffs is a treat itself, but still everybody hopes to catch a distant view of the famous bridge, so they stop after each turn of the path and take a snap.
The truth is, you cannot see the bridge until you get there.
The Carrick-A-Rede Rope bridge is a famous tourist landmark of Northern Ireland. It connects the mainland with a small rocky island ( “carrick “goes for a “rock” in Gaelic ).
If you expect an Indiana Jones-ish experience, you will be disappointed. The bridge is not too long; it won’t break up; it won’t swing and toss you in the waves. No one ever fell over the rope handrails, but there were plenty of tourists who just couldn’t make it back… No, they don’t get picked up by a helicopter as I hoped when I first crossed the bridge in 2005. The miserable are seated in a boat and ferried off to the mainland. No, I wasn’t in the boat. It was a windy day, but I made it back: a man with a little baby walking behind me gave me the courage.
The rope bridge didn’t always look the way it looks now. Built by salmon fishers in 1600s it was used from June to September as an access to the rocky islands. The fishers ran their nets between the islands to catch the salmons coming through the area to spawn in the nearby rivers. Below is an image taken in the 19th century. Up to the 1970s the bridge had only a single handrail.
When the salmon fishing came to the end The National Trust installed a new, tourist friendly cage bridge to span the 18m wide and 24m deep chasm. It was a unique and costly project. The bridge was taken down and re-installed annually. Another one was built in 2004, and the current one is built in 2008. Now the bridge is opened all the year round if the weather conditions are not dangerous.
In June 2012 the Olympic Flame was carried onto the Carrick A Rede bridge by a P.E. teacher Clare Leahy from Coleraine. After that the Flame was carried to the Giant’s Causeway ( my next blog).
When you get over the bridge Scotland is as close as never before 🙂
Walking around the island you can enjoy the glorious scenery and take pictures.
Sooner or later you have to cross the bridge again…
The more you do it the less you fear. If I come again next year I might even look down…
So this is my story for to day. There is a link to the webpage where you can read more about the timetable and tickets. If you don’t want to cross the bridge don’t buy any tickets and just walk over and watch the others cross. The walk is beautiful and free.
To be continued.
Photography tip of the day: secure your shooting gear and memory cards. A gust of wind can ruin your trip.
Looking into the viewfinder I spotted a tiny bird flitting about in the waist-high vegetation before it landed on top of the cement pole.
The bird looked like a young female, and later I learned it was a European stonechat. It was flipping from one pole to another, and finally settled so I could take these pictures. After about a minute of chirping there came a male stonechat.
I don’t know if they were a couple; they rather looked like a dad and a teenage daughter.
Your pole looks nicer. Can I come over?
No way. Stay where you are!
Didn’t you hear me? Don’t even try!
But she already took off and landed almost on top of his head.
I walked about a mile and sat on a bench to rest and enjoy the evening light. A Grey heron was standing in the middle of the river, quiet and patient skinny bird looking grave and funny at the same time. I thought I might stay and wait for him to catch a fish.
No such luck. He changes position, striking at imaginary prey.
Maintaining his dignity he takes off and departs. So do I.
Another half an hour back to the parking lot. Stress management: accomplished 🙂
A blogger friend Aquileana, inspiring mythology expert and a lovely person has nominated me for a Versatile blogger award. I am very honored and grateful for the nomination, especially from Aquileana who is such a great example of knowledge and personal charisma.
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Keep great work going!
Photography tip of the day: There is a link to the page where professional photographers share their advice. I have noticed ( and not only in this article) that the younger photographers often use the word “confidence” . Their older colleagues don’t seem to care:)