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Wherever I roam
Wherever I go
They'll always be
A smile that I know
At the calling of time
And the last one is here
My lips kiss the glass
And I feel your soul near
Wherever I go
Whatever I do
My last drink is always
Always for you....
May you never lie, steal, cheat or drink.
But if you must lie, lie in each other’s arms.
If you must steal, steal kisses.
If you must cheat, cheat death.
And if you must drink, drink with friends.
Merry Christmas to all my Flickr friends .
I wish you a peaceful time and most of all
STAY HEALTHY
Slainte!
Took myself up to Tarbert tonight to take in the sunset after a few grey days. I wasn’t disappointed, popped into the Tarbet hotel for a pint after. Slainte.
I don't have a medical licence, but I had a licence plate to spread good health. Sláinte is gaelic for, "To your good health" or "cheers" 😊
Last one to the top buys the drinks, Here's to a Happy New Year cheers in Scottish Slainte Mhath for 2022 I hope my spelling it right.
I hope everyone had a great Christmas day.
Aonach Mor the 8th highest mountain in Scotland on a very windy day in April 2017.
Venture along one of the established mountain trails leading to panoramic viewpoints and take in spectacular views which, on a clear day, can extend as far as the Inner Hebrides. The Mountain trails are signposted and start at the Gondola Top Station. These are both relatively easy walks enabling visitors with varying abilities, to enjoy and appreciate the experience. And enjoy the true magnificence and ruggedness of the Scottish Highlands.
Information from Wikipedia.
Texture's and effect's by William Walton & Topaz.
Happy Spring, Folks ! !
A goodly supply of Pansies and Primroses at our local garden center is a sure sign that Spring has pretty much replaced Winter. And it is so damned good to see some color again ! !
Slainte !
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may the road rise to meet you
may the wind be always at your back
may the sun shine warm upon your face
the rains fall soft upon your fields
Pssst!
SCOTTIE:
Do not disturb...I'm busy
Psssssst!
SCOTTIE: (looking back)
I said don't dist...he...it's you....my buddy
NESS:
Yep...I came after you.
I missed you
SCOTTIE:
I missed you too
(They give each other a hug).
Whiskey?
NESS:
No!
SCOTTIE:
Water?
NESS:
Yep..salt water please
SCOTTIE:
Slàinte Ness!
NESS:
Slàinte Scottie!
Model: Skye McLeod Fairywren
Bento Mesh Head: LeLutka Korina now @ The Skin Fair
Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya Lara
Face/Body Applier: Moss by LUMAE
Ivy Body Tatt: This is Wrong
Hair: Quiet Waters by ::Exile::
Centaur: JINX
Hansea Harness, Satchels, Pads, Leg Straps, St. Patty's Texture HUD: JINX now @ We <3 Role-Play
White Applier for Centaur: ::Whymsikal::
Elven Corset: Scarlet Fey
Celtic Two Emerald Choker: ~XM~
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PROPS:
Frog Prince Bumpy Rider: JINX
Skye's Drink: St Patty's Beer Mug by Crymzon Tempura
Froggie's Drink: Granuaile's Green Grog
Bergfried Celtic Altar: We <3 Role-Play
Shamrock Flowers: Mae Best
Pot of Shamrock: Goblin Market
Primula Pot [yellow]: *LODE* Decor
Primula Pot [duo]: *LODE* Decor
Heart - Crocus - Large A - Blue: Dolly and Lilith's Garden Centre
Heart - Ox Eye Daisies - Bush - Large: Dolly and Lilith's Garden Centre
SIM: IPPOS @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Ippos/7/42/23
Wishing all the Dads out there a very Happy Father's Day ! And here's a song that's bound to put a zip in your step. The introduction is a little slow, but after about 45 seconds it really lights up ! I hope you'll enjoy it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6dzUOYTQtQ
Best viewed LARGE and thirsty. : )) Slainte !
The road leading into the old Lorton prison. The quote comes from Stephen King's "The Tommyknockers."
Be well and stay safe !
Slainte !
I noticed this little rooftop eatery just as I was about to call it a day, and truth to tell I didn't think I was going to like this shot all that much. But once I opened it in Capture One and put the editing pedal to the metal I changed my mind. Hope you enjoy it too ! Slainte !
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'Should auld acquaintance be forgot...' Here's to 2020 flickr friends. Slainte (your good health in Gaelic) from Scotland. KV xx
Taken at a museum in Thailand, with 3-D painted artwork encouraging participation. Of course....I am the fellow drinking !
I won't be posting or commenting for a while. I'm feeling a real need to just come up for some air, and to get back to being able to enjoy a scene like this one primarily for what it is rather than seeing it as just more grist for my photographic mill. IMHO I think I've gotten the proverbial cart before the horse....and that needs fixed. Wish me luck on that. : ))
In the meantime, Flickr friends, please be well, be safe, and take good care of yourself and yours. Slainte !
Poking fun at the famous maxim from Mies van der Rohe who firmly believed that "less is more." I think he had that right, but sometimes More is just plain fun.....like on HSS. : ))
Be well and safe, friends!
Slainte !
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"Like a lion in the Winter, I can hear the Summer call,
Like a ship out on the ocean made of stone....."
- - Hoyt Axton " Lion in the Winter"
"If you're going through hell, keep going."
- - Winston Churchill
Here's to seeing 2020 in the rear view mirror as soon as possible. 2021 is going to be better for it could not be worse.
Slainte, friends !
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Just over the crest of this park road is the lake I photographed right before taking a "time out." The cool feel of the forest shade and the inviting warmth of the early sunlight made for a setting that demanded a shot while the gentle lift of the road brought this Irish blessing to mind :
"May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields. . . . "
Slainte !
P.S. Almost forgot: Please view LARGE.
Den Abend des dritten Tages verbrachten wir beim Abendessen in Cork in einem der irischen Pubs. Luis und Bärbel freuten sich endlich die berühmten Fish ’n’ Chips probieren zu dürfen.
OPA RUDI: “So Kinder, hier sind Eure Fish ’n’ Chips.” 🐠🍟
BÄRBEL: “Aber Opa ! Das sind doch keine Chips, das sind Pommes.” 🍟
OPA RUDI: “Nein Bärbelchen, im Englischen sagt man zu unseren Pommes 🍟Chips oder auch Fries. Und unsere Chips heißen Potato Chips oder Crisps."
LUIS: “Ach du meine Güte, das kann ich mir nicht merken. Ich fange lieber zu essen an ...”
BÄRBEL:”Ob wir diese große Portion schaffen ?”
SWEETY (im Hut):”Ich helfe euch gerne dabei !” 😋
OPA RUDI: “Sláinte, meine Lieben !” 🍻
BÄRBEL: “Släntscha ?!”
OPA RUDI: “Oder Prost !” 🍻
Fortsetzung folgt …
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We spent the evening of the third day having dinner in Cork in one of the Irish pubs. Luis and Bärbel were delighted to finally be able to try the famous Fish ’n’ Chips.
GRANDPA RUDI: ‘Well children, here are your fish ‘n’ chips.’🐠🍟
BÄRBEL: ‘But Grandpa ! Those aren’t Chips, they’re Pommes (=french fries).’ 🍟
GRANDPA RUDI: ‘No, Bärbelchen, in English, our Pommes (=french fries) 🍟are called chips or fries. And our Chips are called potato chips or crisps.’
LUIS: ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t remember all that. I’d better start eating...’
BÄRBEL: ‘Will we be able to finish this large portion ?’
SWEETY (in the hat): ‘I'll be happy to help you !’😋
GRANDPA RUDI: ‘Sláinte, my dears !’ 🍻
BÄRBEL: ‘Slantscha ?!’
GRANDPA RUDI: ‘Or cheers !’ 🍻
To be continued ...
A short citytrip brought us to Dublin - Ireland. A few highlights of that trip were our encounters with Guinness. Here is the famous St. James' Gate. I really tried to tone this image as I think Guinness should be toned. Dark and creamy....
Sláinte!
(do yourself a favour and click L for a full-screen)
*Image is under copyright by Bram de Jong. Contact me if you want to buy or use my photographs
Actual whisky glass in out of focus. Ice is utilized with parsimony, just to dilute flavours and refresh the taste.
Slainte!
I hope this silly image will give you a grin. Grins and smiles are, unfortunately, in short supply these days.
Be well and very safe, Flickr friends. Slainte !
A bit of fading wall art I came across at the old Lorton prison. Time and the elements have worked this one over pretty well.
When I spotted it a line from the Gordon Lightfoot classic, "Carefree Highway: popped into my head and stuck there.
"Searching through the fragments of my dream shattered sleep....."
Hopefully we'll all sleep better once this horror show of a year is over. In the meantime be well, friends, and stay as safe as safe can be.
Slainte !
"Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true."
- - Alfred Lord Tennyson, "Ring Out, Wild Bells"
If ever there was a year that deserved to be put behind us, 2021 is it. But it's over and done so all you hearty campanologists, ring it out with vigor ! And to all my fine Flickr friends, Best Wishes to you and yours for a very Happy New Year, one that finds you safe and well, one filled with many great subjects and perfect light. Slainte !
Oh, as usual, better viewed LARGE.
This Floribunda rose has more than paid for itself by its nearly hypnotic fragrance, its array of delicate shades of pink, and its generous blooming habit. But this morning I finally got past all of that and attended to the very graceful form of its blossoms. It's probably the first time I've ever shot a rose blossom in B&W. : ))
Hope you're well and safe, Flickr friends ! Slainte !
We're lucky to have the Heather Hill Garden Center right at the doorstep to our neighborhood. It's a photo op waiting to happen given the wealth of flowers and that way cool house as a backdrop. Early morning sunlight served as the frosting on this cake. : ))
Be well, be safe, and try to be patient, Flickr friends. Slainte !
The setting sun in Anahuac National Wildlife Refuge.
A joyous new year to everyone ! Thank you for providing smiles, belly-laughs, inspiration, tears, introspection, camaraderie, honesty, boosterism, and friendship. I feel as though we have created a virtual Montmartre. You have helped me survive the days and the years past. Cheers ! 乾杯, Skål, Saluton, Acclamations, Beifall, Στην υγειά σας, Ke aloha, Proost, לחיים, Saluti, 건배, به سلامتی, ਚੀਅਰਸ, Ваше здоровье, Slàinte, Na zdravje, Salud, ไชโย, Şerefe, Lloniannau, Injabulo !!!!! With love ---
There's always a catch isn't there lol. Spotted in my local pub the Sláinte Bar in Ramsgrange. HWW & Happy Sign Sunday!
HALLOWEEN ENCORE
After all the boo scary stuff I thought a little humor might be in order. I stumbled across this juxtaposition while shopping at our local drugstore and couldn't resist shooting it.
Hope it will give you a grin. Slainte !
Bird sociology : ))
And many thanks to all who visited, faved, commented, or awarded this shot ! I truly appreciate your having done that ! Slainte !
Wishing all a very Happy St. Patrick's Day, but since it's surely not so happy, here's hoping you've a good supply of Guinness or Irish Coffee on hand. Slainte !
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Thanks to bad weather and COVID constraints I was stuck inside when to break the boredom I gave myself a challenge: create the most jarring juxtaposition I could using stuff from around the house.
Juxtapositions have a nearly magical ability to emphasize the innate characteristics of each element which is why I enjoy them so much. I hope you'll enjoy this too. Slainte !
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It wasn’t the first time I’d heard him say it, but there was no time at which those words seemed more relevant. I’d just arrived back at the campsite after a testing adventure that had taken me to the summit of Britain’s highest mountain and back, Ben Nevis. Five and a bit hours earlier I’d set off, part of a group of five on a grey July Saturday morning. Soft rain and mist wove a dampening conspiracy around us, and long before we were halfway up, the land below had vanished entirely. But it had been today or never for me on this middle instalment of three mountains in three days in the Scottish Highlands. Two of us were much faster than the other three and our brief stops to wait for them were rapidly abandoned so that we could keep on moving and stay warm. At the summit, a huge cornice of grainy snow covered the edge of the deadly north face. We didn’t stay at the top for long, huddling among the stone ruins of an abandoned shelter and taking the obligatory summit selfies. On the way down, the zip on my coat broke, and for the rest of the descent I was dogged by sixty mile per hour rain charged gusts that turned me into a sail and quickly soaked me to the core.
“The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” said James as he peered grimly into the rain out of what I can only describe as a one man teepee. “Tea? Sausage sandwich?” I gratefully accepted, before trudging off squelchily to the campsite laundry where just about everything I had worn was poured into an industrial sized tumble dryer. Even my rucksack and ahem, yes my passport that had inexplicably been with me on the hike went in as I sat in a chair and gradually felt my senses return. It might have been July, but nobody had remembered to tell the Scottish Highlands.
James was always resourceful on these hiking adventures. The much loved patriarch of a Clydebank family, we first met him on the West Highland Way ten years ago as we hiked the hundred odd miles from Milngavie, just north of Glasgow, to Fort William. A man who seemed bigger in stature than he actually stood, he was one of those people who emanated warmth and humour behind which you could sense was a quiet layer of hidden steel. A man who earned our respect without trying to. He was accompanied by several members of his family, including his daughter Karen, who’d taken it upon herself to watch over us like a guardian angel as we made our way north through some of the most beautiful scenery imaginable. Each day we all finished at the same hostel or campsite where we would share stories of our adventures over a pint or three, and by the time we arrived in the streets of Fort William during a torrential downpour, the three of us that had started a week earlier had somehow snowballed into a group of twenty.
There were no beds at Fort William that night. We’d intended to sleep in our tents, but the campsite was flooded. A different year, but it was still July. After a lot of frantic searching, Karen appeared with the rescue plan. Alder and Anna, the young teachers from North Carolina we’d befriended and walked every step of the last two and a half days with, would be smuggled into the long since booked hotel room she and Louise were sharing, while Dave, Tom and I would sneak in with James. If James was at all disgruntled by the fact that he was about to share his long awaited hotel room with three people he’d only met a few days ago, he certainly didn’t show it. Instead, he just grinned and poured the whisky. Such effortless kindness is a rare and special thing. James had it in abundance. And since that first adventure, he’s featured in each of the ones we’ve had in Scotland.
Three years later we did the hike again, this time in a Mediterranean style heatwave. But not in July - this time we were in Scotland in May. And somehow I persuaded Ali to come with me, on what was her first ever trip to Scotland. Once again, there was James, now almost in his seventieth year, always magically producing a hip flask full of single malt at the moment it was most needed. I wondered whether there was a lorry following us - or a boat during the very long section of the trail on the remote east bank of Loch Lomond - topping up his hip flask when the rest of us weren’t watching.
Last summer we were back in Scotland for the first time in five years, invited by Alder and Anna to join them on a long overdue reunion hike along the Great Glen. Afterwards, Ali and I trekked the Rannoch Moor section of the West Highland Way alone. Back in 2018 she’d decided to skip the testing haul across the huge open wilderness and regretted it ever since, while I was more than happy to follow that path for a third time. But it turned into yet another July afternoon in the Highlands when the heavens opened and obliterated the landscape. From start to end we were soaked by bullets from the sky, although at least this time the coats kept out the worst of it as we trod the boggy twelve miles across mountain and moor. On a fine day it’s a stunning walk, but in heavy rain it’s sheer purgatory with nowhere to throw in the towel and wait to be rescued by the bus or a taxi.
A couple of days later we met up with James and his wife Joanne who’d joined Karen to visit us at our waterfront pitch on the campsite beside the east bank of Loch Lomond, not far from their home. At least the rain mostly stayed at bay for once. We spent the time drinking tea and reminiscing about those wonderful shared adventures on the trail, and the day Karen and I hiked up to the summit of Buachaille Etive Mor, only to be surrounded by yet another thick veil of suffocating fog. Also in July. Catching up with friends like these was among the highlights of a road trip that we’ll never forget. It was a surprise though to hear that James no longer touched the whisky. Even a beer was politely refused when I dug a couple of cans out of the fridge.
Three weeks ago we learned that James had died suddenly while overseas on holiday with Joanne. A heart attack we were told. He was seventy-five. It doesn’t seem that old, and nor did James. Such a generous and unassuming man. The sad news took me back to the memory of that soaking wet hike across Rannoch Moor, when I smiled through the mist as I heard his well worn mantra speaking across the hills to me in that unmistakable Clydeside accent - “The only thing that’s waterproof is skin!” He’d have loved an afternoon like this. Slàinte James. This one’s for you.
My brother Dave made a video of the 2015 hike: youtu.be/LUjhj2ojeX0?si=1cOJLsAv2Qln-O8a
And despite the fact that his was so much better, I made one of the 2018 hike: youtu.be/Qjq47Wiyko8