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I feel like I have the winter blues. I haven't felt much like doing anything over the last month. Its cold outside, nothing to do. But I get to come here. A lot of new things in this photo for you. Hopefully it makes you feel at home like I feel.
Starting with: THOR Genoa Dining Gacha Set for Anthem
..::THOR::.. Ligurian Cutting Board ULTRARARE
..::THOR::.. Tomato Soup
..::THOR::.. Rosemary Gimlet Pitcher
..::THOR::.. Genoa Rustic Table
..::THOR::.. Genoa Industrial Chair
..::THOR::.. Genoa Place Setting
..::THOR::.. Genoa EVO Oil
..::THOR::.. Candle
..::THOR::.. Genoa Branches Centerpiece
..::THOR::.. Rosemary Gimlet Glass
..::THOR::.. Salt & Pepper
..::THOR::.. Frank's Cellar Wine
..::THOR::.. Irma's Secret Soup
..::THOR::.. Spoons
..::THOR::.. Genoa Studio Chair RARE
Other THOR Items in the photo;
..::THOR::.. Vintage Workbench RARE
..::THOR::.. Old Genoa Photo Holder
..::THOR::.. Wrench Series
..::THOR::.. Model Kit Box
What else makes this photo feel like home?
Tuesdays. Sofa Table - Antique
Tuesdays West Frame
Scarlet Creative Xander Skybox - Ground Version
DRD MS - Spell Supply - Divider Two
Ariskea[Zulu] Weave Bag
West Village Glass Jar Candle - Brown Glass
West Village Sculpted Turtle - Brass
Apple Fall Signature Speaker - Brown Leather
West Village Vintage Dice Decor
West Village Ginger Jar Lamp - Cream
Apple Fall Bronze Leaf Apple Branches
Apple Fall Ornamental Elephant - Ceramic
Apple Fall Ornamental Elephant - Bronze
Apple Fall Woodland Deer - Brass
Apple Fall Silver Antiqued Rabbit
Apple Fall Snowdrops in Cloche
Apple Fall Books - Arrangement 8
Apple Fall Althea Rug - Antique Dark
West Village Charleston Curtains - Cream
West Village Maynard Paneling, Straight - Black
West Village Stacked Art
dust bunny . woodland dreams . hedgehog planter
dust bunny . wanderlust . flower skull
dust bunny . wanderlust . bouquet teacup
dust bunny . wanderlust . upcycled typewriter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . panda planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . rainbow planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . piggy planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . giraffe planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . sloth planter
dust bunny . conch shell planter . gallant group gift
Nutmeg. Books & Keys v1
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Compulsion Plant 2
Compulsion Plant 3
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"Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world, the disarray. I choose to see the beauty. To believe there is an order to our days. A purpose."
The EMC 7243 was the last diesel engine shipped by the Baldwin-Lima-Hamilton Company. That was in October, 1956. It remained in service until 1996 when it was donated to the Lake Superior Railroad Museum. It's sad to see it in such disarray, but, since it's in the possession of the LSRM, there's hope it will be returned to it's former glory.
From a winter walkabout through the southern section of Preservation Park, to capture some winter character(s)
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I'm wearing :
Disarray Hair - Magika
Ison dress valentine gift - Ison
Roses & Pose - Genesis Lab
Pic was taken @ Southern Roots
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As twilight descends upon the Garden Hideaway, chaos reigns in the kitchen. A solitary candle flickers, casting playful shadows upon the pristine white tiles, while the fading sunlight sneaks through the French doors, creating a picturesque blend of light and shadow.
Amidst the culinary disarray, pasta sprawls across the countertop, radiating warmth, intertwined with the scent of dried herbs and the promise of freshly ground pepper. The simple yet divine aroma heralds a singular mission – a splendid mac and cheese feast awaiting in the enchanting courtyard.
In this moment, the Garden Hideaway transforms into a haven of flavor and nostalgia, where culinary adventures blend seamlessly with the architectural marvels of the past. A symphony of tastes and textures awaits under the open sky, promising a culinary experience that lingers in the heart long after the feast is over.
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Dead Unicorn - Garden Hideaway
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dust bunny . mac & cheese vibes (various items)
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Nutmeg. Casserole White
Nutmeg. Cloth Plaid
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.spruce. let's get cozy candle {gift}
Pitaya - DIY kitchen Countertop
{YD} Derry Kitchen - Plant Jars
What can you see...?
into which Season does the image mark?
a key stage of life, in one day?
phosphorescent trigger-image -
shining into the void of disarray
help, as always, readily at hand
in reaffirmation of mind control
ice and heat combine in a shake of head
whilst nodding approval at redemption
over a festive shimmy up ahead
spirited times call for deep-hearted chimes
beating, calling, echoeing, sharing
a thenar touch a tingling icy electricity
conducting our music at perfect tempo
the sounds being four seasons of analyticity
we are what the soul ordains
craving the passion of light in our hearts
that inner desire of sunlight dancing on ice
maximum sensations; phosphorescent phenomena;
these two extremities of pleasure will suffice~~
by anglia24
10h30: 19/12/2007
© 2007anglia24
☀
Another view of the abandoned house that I have posted before. It looks different from every side. Happy Window Wednesday. You can see the white van in the background.
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as we were driving home yesterday, Ross noticed that one of my favourite heritage homes in Ladner was in disarray. He parked so I could go explore. It is being raised, not demolished, Phew ! The staircase had been removed and was near the most glorious huge tree, which must have been planted when the house was built in 1911. I'm looking forward to how it looks when finished.
Wrinkled and browning plantings turn yellow and die in the last warm days before winter. The late afternoon light really gives it an autumn feel, too.The Enid A. Haupt Conservatory. New York Botanical Gardens, The Bronx, NYC -- October 16, 2016
After a storm wreaks havoc, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake, people often find themselves in a state of emotional disarray, much like the aftermath of a fractured relationship. In both scenarios, there's a sense of vulnerability, as the foundations once thought to be solid are shattered. The storm-ravaged landscape mirrors the emotional debris left in the wake of a tumultuous relationship, where harsh words and actions have taken their toll.
VooDoo New Orleans
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Bit of a throwback to 2017! Just booked tickets for the 2020 edition of the Goodwood Members' Meeting in March and so thought it would be a good time to review these images from a few years back.
So anyway here is some on track action, I am a big fan of the Mustangs and its so good to see them out on track being driven the way they should be!!! Always a great day out.
Apologies for the random nature of the order of my photostream! I am in a bit of disarray regarding organising and processing, but isn't that what albums are for!
出かけなキャー！っていいながらも３０分だけIN!
むぎちゃんが踊ってくれてかわいいよぉ
『朝から踊るんだよ！ん！』って言うから笑たtｗｗ
Nutmeg. Disarray Chair w/Plaid&Cushion White, Single
“I have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.”
― Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
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THE POWER OF LOVE – GABRIELLE APLIN
WEB OF STRONG DESIRE
The colours that you bring me
in this web of strong desire
that makes my heart sing joyfully
like birds before the dawn
and like diamond dew drops on the lawn
you enchant me and make me yours
what mind do I have left
too weak to leave forbidden fruit
that hangs so heavy, yet so beautiful on the bower
as windfalls scatter bruised and battered at my feet
I feast and relish all I can devour
small crumbs you throw
but how the magic that you weave
bewitches me and carries me
to places only we can know and make-believe
filled with dreams where only we can go
and be as one, unlike this life
where Summer sun comes at such a heady price
how I long for sleep to take me
far beyond this place that breaks me
to realms where knights in silver armour
joust on camomile lawns crushed and sweetened
by horses hooves and nights morph into days
where whence great battles filled the dawns
with cordite powder smoke and misty
mysterious shadows where one man
was left standing and walked on by himself
leaving his fatally wounded duelling partner
to someone else, so he could claim his prize
is that what love was all about
back then in another time
and has it changed much in this present day
so many people living lives in disarray
and disregard for anyone but themselves
they take their pleasures where they find them
then leave their mistresses on empty shelves
alone with bleeding hearts and Cupid's darts
that once brought pleasure to them
now grow dusty in their closing wounds
and scars heal rough and raised
and yet in spite of all of this
a sweet young lover still will yearn
for her brooding heroic lover's kiss
in girlhood she read all the Gothic novels
and imagination transported her gentle heart
to times so long forgotten
that she dreamt that she had lived in olden times
and trodden cobbles still remain beneath the city now
a whole world carved out in history since the plague
was buried, but now recovered like a disused cave
She went there once in this lifetime and not so long ago
It shook her to her core this stepping back in time
she felt and saw the torment of her previous incarnation
and as her eyes were opened blinking into the morning light
she knew that now was all she needed;
but still she yearned for night
and all the dreams that heaven brought
she savoured in sweet moments
she remembered in first morning's thoughts
before the new day plunged and plundered
through her drowsy mind
and overhead the crashing sound of thunder
lightning filled the room with light
and she was back again in her present time
ready to face another day and hide her dreams
in seamless secret pockets out of sight and far away.
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My artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs
Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission'
The EMC 7243 was the last diesel engine shipped by the Baldwin-Lima-Hamilton Company. That was in October, 1956. It remained in service until 1996 when it was donated to the Lake Superior Railroad Museum. It's sad to see it in such disarray, but, since it's in the possession of the LSRM, there's hope it will be returned to it's former glory.
St Peter’s, Stourton
The main part of St. Peter’s – the nave, chancel and the tower date from 1291. The oldest monument dates from second half of the 14th century and is most likely that of Maud Badlesmere, wife of the then owner of Stourhead.
The North Aisle was built by the 5th Lord Stourton in the early 15th century and the Baptistry was originally their chantry chapel: his tombstone lies alongside those of many of his family, and it is thought that their family vault lies under the church. Edward, the 6th Lord Stourton and his wife are probably buried there and their ornate tomb chest is by the entrance to the Chancel. They died in 1535, just as Henry VIII severed ties with the Catholic Church, which led to the demise of the Stourton family, who remained staunchly Catholic, and subsequently lost the Estate. The monument shows two lying figures, he armoured and she simply dressed, with 3 small-scale children at their heads, and their coat of arms, which includes the 6 wells of Stourhead to the east. The figures and tomb bear signs of desacratory damage.
In 1717, the Hoare banking family bought the Estate, which had fallen into disarray. The then Henry Hoare (the ‘Good’) put in hand significant improvements to the Church, and the family have continued as major benefactors. The South Aisle was built in 1848 to provide more seating – the population of the village in 1861 was 650 (today it is only 120) – and the three very fine Hoare Memorials were later moved there from the south wall of the Chancel.
An impromptu unplanned image of the Ribblehead Viaduct, in North Yorkshire
What was supposed to be a leisurely 3 or so day photography excursion to the northern states this bank holiday just gone, unfortunately was cancelled at the eleventh hour. At the 12th hour Mark and I decided to go up for a single overnighter at Ribblehead Viaduct in order to capture the milky way arching over it. So late Sunday afternoon we took the 3 hour drive up risking the perils of the British Bank holiday road traffic.
Surprisingly, it was easier driving, little in the way of traffic and we made good time.
Arriving at the car parking area we were surprised to find the location teaming with camper vans, and day trippers, still who could blame them the weather was amazing. We got chatting to another photographer, a chap by the name of Francois who should be creating a flickr account as I type this up, who asked if he could join us. More the merrier I say.
Having gathered our camera equipment and donned our walking boots the 2 now 3 of us made our way out into the wilds to get the perfect spot.
It was well in to dusk and the first stars were starting to appear when we realised that were in fact in the wrong location facing the wrong direction. What ensued was a chaotic scene similar to those found in disaster movies. A disarray of bodies, with everyman for himself. Cameras being packed away and tripods being torn down in end of the world fashion
We made a mad dash back to the main path, then down and under the viaduct to the other side in hopes of finding a vantage point, getting setup and enjoying the rest of the evening
With only a few mins before the shooting should start, I was left with a composition that really wasn't what I wanted. But it was better than no image at all.
I hope you like the image regardless.
Life, much like an old wooden bridge, occasionally finds itself in a state of mild disrepair. It's as if the threads of time have woven a patchwork quilt of experiences, and here and there, a stitch or two has unraveled. These little quirks, like missing planks or creaky boards, add character to the journey. Just as the bridge remains steadfast despite its imperfections, so do we, navigating the occasional bumps and missing pieces with a knowing smile. In this delightful disarray, we discover the beauty of resilience and the whimsy of imperfection, reminding us that even a few loose screws can make the adventure all the more interesting.
Frogmore
I feel like we have a lot of personality going on but I like that when decorating cause I feel like it’s not only about putting things together to fit a certain aesthetic but to also give it some touches that reflect who you are Full picture available in Flickr: Eixu
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[North Oak] + Anja Teak Chair (sunset)
[North Oak] + Satin Pillow
[North Oak] + Plaster Chain Book
Loft & Aria - Remington Table
Loft & Aria - Azibo Potted Dracaena - White
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West Village Glass Jar Candle - Clear Glass Apple Fall 2020
Apple Fall - Cat Jour
Hive //wooden hanging light
Hive // bleached jute rug. White
14 FD & Commoner: Spero Driftwood Art
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Pitaya - Boho Decor - Pampas arrangement (gold) (with base made invisible)
ACORN - Polaroid Camera - Beige
Ariskea [Pine]. Small Plant Vase
Dahlia - Ava - Industrial Clothing Rack - Gold
Lagom - Nordic Walk- In [Hanger F]
I was at work at 7:30 AM on 9/11 in the US, and I remember that day very well. The horror and loss which is a standing testament to the brokenness of man. In a world changed mightily by these events, and 20 years later, the losses are much greater indeed. Trust, hope, safety, and goodwill all began to decay after this event, leaving our world in a disarray it has never recovered from. We lost many lives, but we also began to lose some of the best characteristics of our nation in those awful days.
Names of those whose lives were lost.
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A long awaited chance at catching BLE 868 was finally taken this weekend on April 2, 2022. After receiving word that there would be a miscellaneous run on the CN bessemer subdivision, I booked it out the door and up to butler as fast as semi-legally possible. The train showed itself at standard junction less than 5 minutes after my arrival, from there I chased all the way to the Allegheny River bridge. Here, the train is seen booking it under the signal bridge at Russleton. The trail up to the tracks was in so much disarray from ATV’s and other vehicles that I almost slipped and fell multiple times. But as they say, anything for the shot.
With the simplicity of earthen charms
begins the complexity of human qualms
from within or without, we withhold
crimson dreams to let reality unfold
destinations from unknown navigation
unmapped thoughts of natural decoration
lead the way and guide our every today
forgive our blunders and lives in disarray
in each of us somewhere lays a good spirit
from your beauty we still hope to inherit
days long or short, bright or dulled
in our every mood mighty or lulled
your light becomes a presage for true living
our paths already trodden, shared for giving
we're ready, following your lead over roturier
fields, slopes and downs, nature's interior
untainted by social demands and inductions
now, only, our kinesis of choice and reintroduction.
by anglia24
11h50: 19/01/2008
© 2008anglia24
"The Fifth Season " René Magritte, 1943 ; Oil on Canvas
Art Movement : Surrealism
Magritte Museum - Royal Museums of Fine Arts of Belgium
The painting presents two bowler-hatted artists crossing paths,or is it the same artist coming and going at the same time ...?
"All that I desire is to be enriched by intensely exciting new thoughts." René Magritte
The Fifth Season offers a new understanding of Magritte’s special position in the history of 20th-century art.His Art challenges the observer's perceptions of reality.Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.When we look at a painting,we wonder about what is imagined and what is real.Is it about the reality of appearances or the appearance of reality? The painter himself gave the best answer :
"What’s genuinely real,there’s only a certain time when we get that feeling.And that’s what I try to express with my paintings."
René Magritte
The Belgian Surrealist René Magritte (1898–1967) was one of the most intriguing painters associated with the iconic Surrealist style.He balanced philosophy and fantasy to illuminate the gaps between what we see and what we know. His artful paradoxes reawaken age-old questions about what the senses apprehend,
what awareness and reflection contribute,and how we know.How do we understand and experience reality? How can painting help us contend with the ambiguities that surround us? Can art reflect these uncertain relationships in the world? Magritte’s work opened up these questions and many more that are still being examined.He playfully explored new styles,but his painting remained consistent in its cautionary message not to equate the observable world with the paradoxes within reality.
- For the Art Lovers -The painting next to "The Fifth Season" is :
"Flame" René Magritte, 1943 - Oil on Canvas, Surrealism
Beautiful painting!What connotations does "Flame" have for you? Any optimistic interpretations ? Alas.To me,Flame in a densely treed area reminds me of wildfires and the vicious circle that climate change worsens fires and fires worsen climate change.
PS : The Painter's' Insight into the Future
Posted for the Beginning of the Meteorological summer
June 1, 2019 in Northern Hemisphere and the observable effects of Global Climate Change.
Most Art in our current moment stands to address Climate Change in order to resonate deeply in our collective consciousness.Earth is changing face,we are under constant pressure of imminent disaster as our world is plagued by extended periods of climate disarray.It feels as if we should be prepared for "The Fifth Season ....
"I think we are responsible for the universe,but that doesn't mean we decide anything." Rene Magritte
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A favorite book of mine has always been John Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley: In Search of America. Perhaps, because of Steinbeck’s yearning for wanderlust in his early 50’s, the same time I realized how much I wanted to experience the beauty, meet the people and hear the stories of this amazing land we call home. When I think of Bannack Montana, I am reminded of the words from those pages “A journey is a person itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us”
When you visit Bannack, the old mining town, you immediately find the true meaning of these words and that of the “wild west”, when law and order seemed to be nonexistent. This well preserved town now sits empty, consumed only by the ghosts of days gone by.
On an earlier visit, a few years ago, to this location, I was cautioned that the current “residents” still run this town. On that stop I encountered a spirit in the Bannack Hotel Meade. He made his presence quite clear to me with cold drafts, the smell of sulfur, malfunctioning my camera, draining its batteries and sending me racing down the stairs and out of building faster than I had moved in quite some time! Following this confrontation, I became a bit terrified of the unknown, but intrigued and wanting to face my fears, I returned for a second visit. This time with a plan to spend the night.
I arrived early in the afternoon on a beautiful day and was a little relieved to find a park ranger ready to accompany a group of school kids on a tour of the town. I walked though photographing these amazing old structures trying to stay ahead of the visitors. I listened to my footsteps echoing through the spring air as I walked the old wooden boardwalk towards that dreaded Hotel to face my fear. Now standing at the front door, I found my hand shaking a bit as I turned the knob to gain access (to what seemed in my mind) to hell.
Once inside this grand old hotel, I started my ascent on the creaking old stairs, ever so cautiously, to the scene of my last meeting with “Mr. Not So Nice”. Once upstairs I rounded the corner to that long hallway where all the doors were open allowing the light to pour onto the floor, except the one door at the end of the hallway, which was shut tight, and the reason, on my first visit, I let my curiosity get the best of me. I had to know what was behind that door. Again in almost the same spot, came the cold draft, then the smell of sulfur. My heart racing, paralyzed for the moment, a couple of kids came running up the stairs and as quickly as Casper’s not so friendly cousin came, he was gone. No cold draft, no foul smell. Breathing a huge sigh of relief, I regained my composure as nothing had happened and greeted the kids. Bravely, I walked to the end of the hallway to find that the door nailed shut, simply lead to the old second story porch on the front of the hotel.
After spending a couple of more hours photographing this “ghost town”, I headed several hundred yards to the river to set up camp. Carefully preparing my accommodations for the evening, saying hello to the only other campers at the grounds, an older couple in a huge RV, I started a fire to cook my gourmet cuisine of beans and franks. After filling my belly, I noticed the sun making its way to the Montana horizon and grabbed my gear to photograph this amazing light casting upon the plains.
Climbing the grassy hill leading to town, I once again was feeling a little pensive, after realizing I was the lone breathing person in a town abandoned and now taking on a whole new vibe. Setting up my camera I turned my attention to the beautiful light and began to photograph this place ripped from the pages of history. As I made my way towards the end of town snapping the shutter of my camera, I found myself frequently looking over my shoulder expecting to see someone there. Shaking off this feeling each time, I went back to the task at hand.
I reached the end of the town, which was only about two to three blocks long, I turned and headed back to photograph the now even more dramatic light making its last attempt to spread its hues of gold and reach across the land before retiring for the evening. I began my quest to capture this new, ever changing light and shadows drawn from the old buildings, and it was then I realized that not only had the light changed but so had everything else! There WAS someone else in that town, but how, but who, could have possibly opened almost every door in town!! All the doors, that on my short journey to the end of town were closed tightly, were now all WIDE OPEN! Frozen in fear, trying to rationalize this happening, I struggled to peruse my original goal of photographing this light, when a wind from the west whisked though the streets, overwhelming me in panic. “What in the world was happening”? Did they expect me to go in one of those doors, only to have them slam shut, locking me in wild west hell for eternity? I think not. That is when I picked up my backpack, my tripod and ran (and I mean full on marathon running) back to my campsite where I pulled up the stakes on my tent, threw my gear in disarray in the trunk of my car and left nothing but the dust in my path behind me.
My journal entry from that evening was titled “A Change of Plans” and boy was it ever! I was now able to breath comfortably, as I found myself nestled in to an extremely busy KOA Campground next to 15 Texas A&M students who were enjoying their night with cold beers around a campfire swapping stories and laughter. I am usually the one who seeks out quiet, remote camping quarters, but this evening, the sounds of people, real, living humans, was such glorious music to my ears!
Now, because I am truly suffering from a bruised and batter ego over this event, I am sure that this is not the last time there will be an entry in my journal in regards to Bannack Montana. But I AM sure, that it will take a couple more years at least to rebuild the courage so injured in defeat, when I can finally make the photographs I have hoped for, documenting this forgotten town in the middle of nowhere, under the evening stars. So until that time, I will continue on my journeys in hopes that I will maintain some sort of control over the adventures rather than them directing me, but that remains to be seen.
This is not my typical subject matter, but I was fascinated and saddened that no sooner had our cherry tree burst into bloom than the beautiful blossoms began to drop. Wish I could hold onto Spring for as long as our Winter lasted!
we all live our lives dangerously
in a state of jeopody
at the edge of calamity
you have discovered that the veil
that separates your ordered life from disarray is wafer thin
this is the ordinary truth of existance
from which none of of are exempt
in time we all find out we are not in control
we never were
we never will be
nick cave 2022
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Located on Loch Leven in Glencoe close to the Ballachulish Church that also has many MacInneses in its graveyard, this is the burial isle for the Stewarts of Ballachulish & Ardsheal, the MacDonalds of Glencoe, the Camerons of Callart, the Appin Stewarts as well as others from the Glencoe area. It is said that Alasdair MacDonald (MacIain of Glencoe) was buried here after the Glencoe massacre of 1692. The Glencoe Center is not far away which has highlights of this famous massacre.
The island is only accessible by boat. Some of the island is cared for, but many of the burial sites have fallen into disarray. Every year a volunteer group of people of MacInnes and MacDonald come to the island and clean as much of the overgrowth as they can. One of the Clan MacInnes officers has family buried on the island, and participates in this clean up.
Many of the stones and slabs are made of slate and come from the Ballachulish Slate Quarry. Some of these stones are extremely large, considering that they must be hand carried in boats and taken up some difficult terrain.
You will see the name both Munda or Munde. Eilean means island. Eilean Munde was named after St. Fintan Mundus of Argyle, an Irish disciple of St. Columba. St. Columba established the other well-known MacInnes burial site, Kiel Church. St. Mundus came from Iona in the 7th century and established several abbeys, including one on the island which is now in ruins. The church had burned in 1495 but rebuilt. The last service was in July of 1693. St. Mundus died in 962.
Fintan Munnu (Mundus appears to be Latinized) was of the Ui-Neill clan in Ireland and trained as a monk. His birth year is unknown, but he died in 635AD. He studied at Bangor and at Cluain-Innis. As a young monk, he arrived on Iona shortly after Columba died and was sent back to Ireland to found his own monastery as its Abbot. He arrived in Alba in about 600AD and founded several churches. His final parish was on Eilean Nam Munde (Isle of the Teacher) which later became known as Eilean Nam Mairbh (Isle of the Dead). The Irish Gaelic word munnu means “to learn” or “to teach”.
It is rumored that the island is guarded (or haunted?) by the spirit of the last person buried there who cannot enter Paradise until the next is buried.