Yeats, sculptured verse.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses

The dim gray sands with light,

Far off by furthest Rosses

We foot it all the night,

Weaving olden dances

Mingling hands and mingling glances

Till the moon has taken flight;

To and fro we leap

And chase the frothy bubbles,

While the world is full of troubles

And anxious in its sleep.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Why second-hand bookshops are a dying..

c.1980's weight-training?

steroids?

suit you sir.

Strandhill.

Stone Age exhibit Sligo: Exhibited in the Electrical Wire Age.

mr. corvus.

it's all bullocks, lads.

turn to the sun.

flora july

ragwort & convolvolus. harebells & cow parsley.

from Sligo bay.

Queen Maeve's Grave.

c. 4000 years old!

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medb

Sligo is redheads...

many moons ago i once had a girlfriend from Sligo - a redhead

some years later i met another girl from Sligo - a redhead.

this summer strolling about Sligo i've been amazed

- lots of redheads

In Ireland, the average is 10% of the population.

gotta be over 30% here...

"...red hair is most commonly found at the western fringes of Europe"

well can't get much further west than Sligo!

..and redheads

...and red wanna be's

on Lough Gill

a cheeky wee one!

the famous five (with handbags)

Benbulben

Under bare Ben Bulben's head

In Drumcliff churchyard

Yeats is laid.

An ancestor was rector there

Long years ago, a church stands near,

By the road an ancient cross.

No marble, no conventional phrase;

On limestone quarried near the spot

By his command these words are cut:

Cast a cold eye

On life, on death.

Horseman, pass by!

. W.B. Yeats

the long road.

standing stones.

do you think he needs time alone with his stick or is he gonna jump?