Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

 

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

 

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

 

Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time.

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over,

Thought I'd something more to say.

 

Home

Home again

I like to be here

When I can

 

When I come home

Cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones

Beside the fire

 

Far away

Across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spell

 

I arrived at the Poulnabrone Dolmen in the Burren, County Clare, at 3 pm in the afternoon, after being driving pretty much most of the day. I was pretty tired, but lucky for me, there were hardly any tourists around, as I really wanted to shoot this stunning structure. It was late Autumn, and the sun was out and the light was very harsh. There were only an handful of clouds on the distant horizon, but they were moving in the right direction (towards me). So, with the setting sun behind my back, I set up, and put on my 16 stop. Approx 20 minutes later and I came away with this one. Happy out.

Hope you like "Time".....cheers, Mike

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