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Wishing all you good Flickr friends a happy, peaceful, and healthy New Year ! Slainte !
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OLD IRISH PRAYER.
"May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
May the rain fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
may God hold you in the palm of his hand"
KILKENNY, IRELAND.
75 MILES SOUTH OF DUBLIN.
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Jenkinstown Wood was once part of a large estate. The old house is long gone but remnants of 1870s parkland have survived, including rare Necklace Poplars. There’s also a small garden commemorating Thomas Moore, who wrote the Last Rose of Summer while staying at Jenkinstown House. The actual Rose that inspired him lives on. A cutting taken from it flourishes in the National Botanic Gardens at Glasnevin, Dublin. The wood has a picnic site and marked trails.
this area is just 10 minutes drive from Kilkenny city. Ireland.
The Last Rose of Summer is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore, who was a friend of Byron and Shelley. Moore wrote it in 1805 while at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland. Sir John Stevenson set the poem to its widely-known melody, and this was published in a collection of Moore's work called Irish Melodies (1807-34).
Friedrich von Flotow uses the song in his opera "Martha," premiered in 1847 in Vienna. It is a favorite air ("Letzte Rose") of the character Lady Harriet. The interpolation works, and indeed the song helped popularize the opera. (According to the 1954 Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians, the opera grew from an 1844 ballet-pantomime, "Lady Henriette," for which Flotow wrote the music to Act One. Burgmuller and Deldevez wrote the rest of the music; "Lady Henriette" was produced in Paris.)
Sarah Brightman recorded the song for her album The Trees They Grow So High. It is sung in the musical group Celtic Woman by Méav Ní Mhaolchatha and Hayley Westenra, and was made popular in the twenty-first century in a recording by Charlotte Church and the Irish Tenors.
Tis the last rose of Summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?
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Macro Mondays - Keeping It Cool
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I definitely need to rehydrate when the temps are above 35C. I've taken to drinking water flavoured with whatever I have available. In this case it's lemon and lime and strawberries. If it's hot in the morning it's usually made with tap water. Later in the day it's made with sparkling water. By the late afternoon it's time to throw in some white wine for a a nice "sangria" or spritzer-type concoction.
The truth within the glass - In addition to the lemon, lime, strawberry, and pelligrino, I must confess to a splash of Triple Sec and another of white wine.
Sláinte
Slainte, or "Welcome"---my wife was sitting by the fire, reading, and I thought of #FlickrFriday and its theme, #LetThereBeLight, and thought this might work....not all the candles cooperated....Trappe, MD
Wishing you all a Very Merry Christmas and all the Best for 2019 "Slàinte mhath"
Sorry I have not been on Flickr much over the past months, or commented on any images, it has been a while since I have been out with the camera even but hopefully all will be back to normal soon,
cheers cheers cheers cheers
prost prost prost prost
salud salud salud salud
proost proost proost proost
saluti saluti saluti saluti
slàinte slàinte slàinte slàinte
santé santé santé santé
Another photo from the Ohio Renaissance Festival. Albannach, is a Scottish band. Their music is heavily percussive, driven by bass drums, bodhráns and a single bagpipe. Depicted here are Jamesie Johnston (Bass Drummer, Vocalist), and Donnie MacNeil (Piper). Their music definitely stirs the heart and soul. Wishing everyone a Happy Sliders Sunday!
Slainté,
Phil
Post processed with Corel Paintshop Pro and On1 Effects 10.
Refs:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albannach_(band)
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Best Wishes to all the good folks on Flickr for the Merriest Christmas and a very Happy New Year ! Slainte ! !
On this day in 1495 the first known batch of Scotch whisky was recorded. In an entry in the Exchequer Rolls for 1494/95 it is written that malt was sent "To Friar John Cor, by order of the king, to make aqua vitae VIII bolls of malt", enough to make about 500 bottles. It’s from the term “aqua vitae", Latin for” water of life”, that whiskey derives its name, coming from the Gaelic Uisge, a shortened version of uisge beatha meaning, you guessed it, "water of life.”
This is unlikely to the first time whisky was distilled in Scotland. In fact the earliest mention of whiskey comes from Ireland, with the seventeenth-century Annals of Clonmacnoise attributing the death of a chieftain in 1405 to "taking a surfeit of aqua vitae" at Christmas. So it’s likely that its distillation developed in Scotland at around the same time, or at least shortly after.
Scotland’s king at the time was James IV and he is reported to have been very fond of the drink. Brother John Cor was a Tironensian monk based at Lindores Abbey in Fife, where he probably acted as an apothecary. He was a servant at James’ court and would therefore probably have been an obvious choice of distiller for the king.
At this time the distillation process was still in its infancy; whisky itself was not allowed to age, and as a result tasted very raw and brutal compared to today's versions. Renaissance-era whisky was also very potent and not diluted. Over time whisky evolved into a much smoother drink we know today and I for one am very happy about that - Sláinte!
" Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for? "
- - Robert Browning
That has to be one of the finest justifications for GAS that I've ever seen. : ) FWIW Fuji is planning to release their XT-6 in the second half of 2026. Can't wait ! : ))
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I;LL TAKE YOU HOME AGAIN KATHLEEN.
OLD IRISH SONG.
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since you were first my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek.
I've watched them fade away and die
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears bedim your loving eyes.
Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen
To where your heart will feel no pain
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'II take you to your home again!
I know you love me, Kathleen, dear
Your heart was ever fond and true.
I always feel when you are near
That life holds nothing, dear, but you.
The smiles that once you gave to me
I scarcely ever see them now
Though many, many times I see
A dark'ning shadow on your brow.
To that dear home beyond the sea
My Kathleen shall again return.
And when thy old friends welcome thee
Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.
Where laughs the little silver stream
Beside your mother's humble cot
And brightest rays of sunshine gleam
There all your grief will be forgot.
Jenkinstown Wood was once part of a large estate. The old house is long gone but remnants of 1870s parkland have survived, including rare Necklace Poplars. There’s also a small garden commemorating Thomas Moore, who wrote the Last Rose of Summer while staying at Jenkinstown House. The actual Rose that inspired him lives on. A cutting taken from it flourishes in the National Botanic Gardens at Glasnevin, Dublin. The wood has a picnic site and marked trails.
this area is just 10 minutes drive from Kilkenny city. Ireland.
The Last Rose of Summer is a poem by Irish poet Thomas Moore, who was a friend of Byron and Shelley. Moore wrote it in 1805 while at Jenkinstown Park in County Kilkenny, Ireland. Sir John Stevenson set the poem to its widely-known melody, and this was published in a collection of Moore's work called Irish Melodies (1807-34).
Friedrich von Flotow uses the song in his opera "Martha," premiered in 1847 in Vienna. It is a favorite air ("Letzte Rose") of the character Lady Harriet. The interpolation works, and indeed the song helped popularize the opera. (According to the 1954 Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians, the opera grew from an 1844 ballet-pantomime, "Lady Henriette," for which Flotow wrote the music to Act One. Burgmuller and Deldevez wrote the rest of the music; "Lady Henriette" was produced in Paris.)
Sarah Brightman recorded the song for her album The Trees They Grow So High. It is sung in the musical group Celtic Woman by Méav Ní Mhaolchatha and Hayley Westenra, and was made popular in the twenty-first century in a recording by Charlotte Church and the Irish Tenors.
Tis the last rose of Summer
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
To give sigh for sigh.
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o'er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
From Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit,
This bleak world alone?
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I can't think of a better place to toast with a green beer than at The Blarney Stone. Sláinte!
Photographed at The Blarney Stone Pub in Dublin Ireland 🍀
Wishing all my good Flickr friends a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS, HAPPY HANUKKAH, HAPPY KWANZAA ! May you and yours enjoy all the blessings of this special season, and best wishes for a Happy New Year ! Slainte !
"Silver and gold
Silver and gold
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold decorations
On every Christmas tree."
- - Lyrics by Burl Ives
at Slainte Irish Festival, Patchogue, NY
Made to Explore #141 on 6/30/08 - not bad, only 2 years late!
Social distancing and staying at home are the best options we have to slow the spread of COVID-19. No doubt about that. But those tactics take a toll too after a while. So this is probably not a good time to watch Stephen King's "The Shining."
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A trio of Burlington Northern SD40-2s had the Z-CHISEA well in hand as they thundered under a Burlington signal bridge on Saint Paddy's Day 1999.
The wearing of the (Cascade) green was a nice tie-in to the many Guinness to be consumed as the day wore on in the Western Chicago suburbs.
Slainte!
I hope this one will give you a grin ! Slainte !
This is the first image I've processed in DxO's Photo Lab 9. Their software has been highly recommended for Fuji X trans files and so I'm giving it a try. It's a 30 day free trial so nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"Riding into Summer
When school is out, and the miniature park train runs all day long, its clear and hollow whistle echoing off the lake’s far shores.
When the sunlight is finally warm again; and the green, dark forest shade is even cooler.
Days melt down slow into a pale purple dusk like pages straight out of “To Kill A Mockingbird”
And the abrasive drone of the 17 year locusts finally fades..replaced with the more familiar cadence of our local heat bugs.
Fireworks stands pop up overnight like so many gaudy yellow mushrooms, hawking pyrotechnics that strain to remind us of what the 4th of July is really all about.
Lush, verdant landscapes as far as the eye can see, watered by slow moving thunderstorms from time to time, filled with the sweet scent of newly mown grass..grass that someone else had to cut.
So now it is time to resume our daily lives, to go back to meeting friends, not to be afraid to get close to others, to remembering how it used to be before the pandemic hit.
And so today’s Summer Soltice celebrates our longest day….warm, sunlit, and humid as hell.
Or for the pessimist it marks the turning point where we begin to slowly, slowly slide down into Winter’s icy, colorless grasp.
To them…..Carpe Diem ! Bring on the heat…and the Gin & Tonics (with two limes) please.
Happy Solstice to all those Flickr friends living up here in our Northern Hemisphere. Slainte !
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Pixel peeping will expose how the parents were enjoying the ride every bit as much as the kids. : ))
I seen this old guy enjoying a couple of cans in the rare auld sunshine, beautiful day here in Dublin this afternoon.
158733, forming ScotRail's 1L06 1359 Perth to Edinburgh service, noses past Clatchard Craig quarry on the outskirts of Newburgh on a nippy 29th December 2020.
In the shadows mid distance is Lindores Abbey regarded as the spiritual home of Scotch whisky and is thus a very important place... Blending in with the old structures, a new distillery on the site no doubt aims to capitalise on matters.
Beyond the distillery is the River Tay with beyond that the flatlands of the Cask, sorry, Carse of Gowrie.
Thats enough whisky puns for one caption.
Sláinte.
“No winter lasts forever.
No spring skips its turn”
_ _ - Hal Borland
A shot taken outside of our local garden center just two days ago ! I wasn't expecting to come across hints of Spring so early but these eager beavers brightened my morning anyway. We're not out of the woods yet......but we're clearly heading in the right direction. Slainte !
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If you've seen one like this before its because I use this scene as a sort of test bed for new lenses, new software, etc. This shot was my attempt to wring out all the detail this manual focus lens could deliver to a 40MP sensor. Please feel free to pixel peep away, especially in the flowers beside the bench ! Slainte !
Sláinte agus táinte!
(Health and wealth!)
Happy Saint Patrick's Day from Tuber and I.
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happy holidays and enjoy your time !
This was a spontaneous shot @ last years christmas eve while relaxing after a nice and rich dinner, please don't mind the finger prints. ;-)
Nothing like a bit of the green on St. Patrick's Day, enjoying a glass of Irish whiskey. (In Ireland as in America, whisky is spelt with an 'e' added). On the table are a bottle of Jameson, two Jameso water jugs and a small pewter Jameson shot glass. The books are by two legendary Irish writers... Oscar Wilde and James Joyce.
The Luck of the Irish is a John Lennon song recorded in late 1971 and in reference to the then relatively recent outbreak of "The Troubles" following Bloody Sunday. The song is off Lennon's double album Some Time in New York, Lennon's most political record by far.
I know on St. Patrick's Day everyone like to claim they are Irish. In my case, my maternal great-grandmother was born in Dublin but all the rest of my family are from Yorkshire, so I consider myself English. According to my DNA, if you believe that sort of thing, I'm 82% Northern English, 11% Irish/Scottish, 4% Norwegian and 3% Swedish. The latter two seem most likely due to the Viking influence in Britain and possibly explains my sometime desire to sail in single masted boats, drink copious amounts of ale, all whilst looting and pillaging at will.
We're Here looks at Green today. Sláinte.
If you’re on the lookout for traditional live music and great craic, then the Temple Bar could well be for you. It’s probably Dublin’s most famous pub, and its bright red livery makes it easy to find.
The Temple Bar is helpfully in a street named Temple Bar which itself is in the Temple Bar area of Dublin – a busy riverside neighbourhood spread over cobbled pedestrian lanes which attracts locals and visitors alike in their droves. It’s the cultural heart of the city where buskers, street artists, open-air markets, exhibitions, galleries, restaurants and pubs create an atmosphere like nowhere else.
The little pub on First Street I used to visit in Solvang closed long ago, but now there is an actual microbrewery on Mission Drive.
I found their Valhalla IPA quite refreshing.
Now that Spring has arrived the morning light actually has some warmth to it ! Slainte !
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a little boy and his dog admire Kilkenny Castle.
KILKENNY, IRELAND.
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Happy Burns Night everyone! This MOC is for the current Tartan LUG members’ build challenge to create something 'Scottish'. The closing date for entries is this Saturday, more details on the @TartanLUG social media accounts.
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This is one of Gay’s many Menorahs. I shot this one on the second day of Hanukkah which happened to be the Eve of Christmas Eve as well as the secular holiday, Festivus.
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a Good Light. Slainte !
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A good sign for the times.
Or as Winston Churchill put it:
"This is the lesson:
never give in, never give in,
never,
never,
never,
never
in nothing, great or small,
large or petty—
never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense".
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Slainte !
A classic malt in a blended scotch glass... Nothing's like a good Oban to which adding a swig of water... Slant!
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I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a shot of this tastefully decorated home. The lines from the Shaker song written by Elder Joseph Brackett and made famous by Aaron Copeland came to mind the moment I spotted this gem:
"Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free
’tis the gift to come down where you ought to be . . . . "
Slainte !