March snow in Connemara

It is a rare thing indeed to have a March snow in Connemara these days. 

Apparently this year 2015, there is snow in many places not only in Europe but across the ocean as well. All rather unusual and for some freaky and bothersome but for those like me who can not wait for an unusual circumstances to grab the camera and go out taking photos this was the perfect excuse!!

So here are a few shots from that gorgeous Sunday morning when I woke up and there was a lovely dusting of March snow in Connemara.

 

Thanks for being here ;-)

SPRING in OUGHTERARD

Once Christmas is over I can't wait for spring to arrive. 

I wait impatiently for the first green shoots to appear and that lovely fluffy greenness that wraps everything. It is always better to admire it from a good vantage point and Oughterard has it's perfect view point from the hills in Canrower.

Enjoy my spring view of Oughterard, bring some wellies though if you want to follow in my footsteps because the bogs are always full of water and very treacherous for walking!!

SPRING in OUGHTERARD

Foggy day in the Bogs

As I was wondering what to share with you I came up with those foggy images from the Bogs in Oughterard, a bit of nature and landscape photography from a few years ago which I haven't shared yet. 

I have to say that walking the bogs is a fascinating experience for me, I find them beautiful, exciting and fascinating, especially in summer, and most of the time extremely wet!! So don not venture in there without some wellies and certainly don't decide to cross bog lands on your own thinking you can do it as a short cut!! It is most likely impossible!!!

Believe me, I have tried. The things I have done with my camera!!!!

Anyway here we are in the bog lands around Oughterard, someone most likely will recognize the place, and well done to you, for the rest of you -- enjoy!!

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 Thank you for stopping by!  

THE GOLDEN HOUR

Last year at exactly the same time I took some amazing images at The Old Bog Road in Oughterard. Winter mornings are gloomy and dark and the sun crawls up late and sluggish up the sky as do most of us I guess. 

There isn't a better feeling than being out early in the morning and witnessing the breaking of the day, witnessing the retreating of the twilight and that brief explosion of the golden hour, before the sun goes too high up the sky and the new day grabs everyone with its urgency, seriousness and everyday duty and obligations.  

This is the moment of stillness and peace, as if the time stops still. The thin line between the night and the day, the neutral ground from where we can charge ourselves with energy and strength and get ready to brace the new day. But only while the golden hour lasts....  

 Thank you for staying with me through the Golden hour, the best part of the day. 

See you soon ;)