“Empire Falls” Primordial
DRIVEWAY
from ireland. for fans of daylight, balance and composure, title fight, etc. check them out, the demo is reeeeeal good. knock back a few pints and get into this band.
conversations with a sheep farmer 1 (by Dale Simonson)
sometimes you just have to look up… (by .lisakimberly.)
199603 290 Ireland - Co Clare by williewonker on Flickr.
Michael Collins — Just found out something new about my 2yrs+ boyfriend, #Tpoo. This is his great great (and/or) great great great grandfather, an Irish revolutionary.
This Land (by Michelle in Ireland)
I love this movie. Can I please meet Matthew Goode in a fantastical way such as this.
I need to go back.
untitled by stephen.edwards on Flickr.
Instead of practicing classical music like I SHOULD be doing…I’m learning to play irish tunes on my violin :) my goal: learn this song by the end of the night
From National Geographic Picture Of The Day; May 26, 2011:
Inishowen, Ireland
Photograph by Dave Johnston, Your Shot
Howdy, y’all! *Ahem* Top of the morn- …eh, evening to you! Suppose I need to retire my Lutz/Land O’ Lakes lingo to something with more of an Irish flair. However, I don’t plan on actually saying anything that would basically be the equivalent to tattooing, “TOURIST” to my forehead…
Welcome! Or Fáilte, as the Irish say. On July 21, I’ll be flying to Chicago. I’ve never been to Chicago (or anywhere in the Midwest for that matter), so that will be exciting. BUT, the real exciting part is after I partake in some deep dish pizza, I’ll be boarding a connection flight to Dublin, Ireland.
I’ll actually be taking this journey with fellow college-aged students, as I will be studying abroad.
[Thanks to irishways.com for the lovely photos.]
For the most part, I’ll be here. Spiffy, eh? That’s Trinity College - right in the heart of Dublin. I’ll be taking 2 courses while on my journey and this here blog will be my way of keeping in touch. I’ll be keep a tradition journal as well (you mean they still manufacture things to WRITE in?), but my Mommy taught me how to share, so I do hope you enjoy! Now, please excuse me whilst I go daydream about this natural wonder - The Cliffs of Moher.
[Credit goes to http://blazingatrail.es/ for this beauty of a snapshot!]
Sláinte,
Rebecca
Taken from on top of the Guinness Brewery in Dublin
larne 4.
thanks for indulging me. and because it’s interesting, satellite image of this exact spot courtesy google maps—
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larne 3
larne 2
So, I’m in Ireland with my boyf and his lovelyyy family for the weekend and today his auntie lent us her Peugeot 206 convertible to drive about in. It’s friggin’ lush, just like the country to be fair! :) this is it parked up on the beach earlier.
Elliott saw his first ghost when he was five years old. He was put to bed early and was trying to relieve the boredom of his own company by counting the spots on the counterpane, when he noticed the door-handle move.
Gradually it opened and an extraordinary figure shot into view—tall with long arms and a head too big for its body—“Its eyes were of a yellowish green and sphinx-like. There was indeed nothing in the face to denote this thing’s attitude towards me, whether hostile or friendly, or ,merely indifferent,” After some minutes, it left. When he told his mother the next morning about it she simply said he was having a bad dream. Much later, after his mothers death, he learned that members of the household had seen it too.
Green is far more than a color to us. It’s a symbol for everything that we are, and everything that we’ve been through.
When I was three years old, my family took a vacation to Northern Ireland for my Nana and Papa’s 50th wedding anniversary. I honestly don’t remember much about this trip but it does hold my first and favorite memory. I remember sitting at the top of the stairs at my Nana and Papa’s while everyone else was in their rooms just doing their own thing. I was trying incessantly to tie my shoes for the very first time and kept failing. Then, for the first time in my life, in a foreign country no less, I tied my shoes. I cannot express how happy I was in that moment. I screamed at the top of my lungs for everyone to come out. They all raced out of their rooms to see what was going on. When I showed my family my freshly tied shoes, my moms first response was “They are on the wrong feet”. I was so devastated because I was convinced that I would never be able to tie them again. And that is exactly what I told my mom. Thus began my life long flaw of no confidence in myself whatsoever. Why this is my favorite memory, I have no idea. But to this day, it is. The end
I THINK YOU WILL FIND THIS RELEVANT TO OUR INTERESTS
That movie I planned to love but instead sort of hated
LOOK FAMILIAR?
BECAUSE IT SHOULD
The Rock of Dunamase
Which we visited
TWICE
(Because the tour guide screwed up
we were supposed to go to the Cliffs of Moher
but all’s well
because I got better photos the second time around
So if they thought they could sneak this past me they were wrong
It’s embedded in my brain through two sets of photo edits)
(such liars. The movie put it next to that train station and called it the Rock of Cuchulainn or something. LIKE NO ONE WOULD NOTICE)
What I am saying, Hannah
is
that
our feet have trod the same dirt as Matthew Goode.
Dappled Light (by Child of Danu)
Kilmalkeadar Church (by cubanjunky)
Keith’s new Facebook picture #1 :)
New Facebook picture #2 :)
River tree (by ViewsOfIreland.com)
Path to the Waterfall (by Child of Danu)
Roughly this time last year, I was getting on a plane with my oldest sister and one of her friends to visit our other sister in Paris. We had several adventures in France, Ireland, and Italy over the course of a month and took some splendid photos.
From just walking around the streets,
Going to the Louvre,
to climbing to the top of Notre Dame
Taking stupid photos on the metro,
Or maybe that’s mostly just me being stupid in the middle…
Going to Versailles
and later getting locked out and walking down this pretty path
Exploring castles in Malahide,
To taking pictures in front of Italian fountains…
….and later swimming in them drunkenly.
All those things were crazy and amazing and awesome, but it that trip was important to me mostly because of my sisters. It’s weird to think that this time a year we were all together for a month and the last time we were all in the same room was back in April, and only for a few days.
ANYWAY just me ranting about a 3rd of my immediate family and how I kind of love them and stuff because we’re all kind of ridiculous.
….And we love each other
The Cliffs of Moher
Bloomsday - Wikipedia:Happy Bloomsday, all.
