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A New Year's Wish!

Another New Year’s Eve comes ... and goes before you blink! My, but the years quickly disappear and with them, it often seems, everything we’ve done during the past year vanishes from reality like the faces of cascading dominoes as they tumble to the floor. You pine for their passing for sure but have little to show apart maybe from a deep sense of nostalgic regret at their loss and, of course, their shaky memory.

But as I approach another milestone in this here life, and veer towards another roundy oxbow along this here river's run, I’m getting a bit tired of all this regret for the passing of things gone by as though they are stranded vignettes of joy or sadness or otherwise. As such, I think the time has come to look at things from a different perspective. To see it all in a new light. 

A quote that recently stuck in my mind came from a certain New Jersey bard who opined that “it’s not the time in your life, it’s the life in your time” that really counts! No better man than Bruce to nail the thing that many of us have forgotten - on account of our obsession with living by numbers and counting out time. One pert observation by the maestro and it’s finally dawned on me that life's value, essence and meaning is about its quality, purpose, and the experiences gained while living it and has little of value to equate it solely to the fact we're all gettin' on a bit.

So, I've decided to follow the Boss’s advice and to stop counting - calories, steps, blessings and time itself - to forget about the quantity and focus on the essence

And the more I think about falling dominos, the better I see the sense of what this really all means. Rather than looking at each individual domino crashing to its own end, why not think about the energy it has created in doing so in order to keep the momentum going - the whole being greater than the sum of the parts. While one hits the deck the one after enjoys the thrill of its own free fall and when that’s done it then enables the next one to do the same ... and again and again, moving the show forwards right up to the moment when the last domino falls and the movement stops and the show is done! 

And, then, when you zoom out and look at the whole result laid out before you, you see that a grand design has been created while a journey has been completed! And the whole thing in its essence has become a truly unique performance. It's own work of art! 😊

Just a point but not the one I wanted to make - which is to wish you all the very best for the year to come and to wager well that the road will rise to meet you one and all me hearties! ❤️

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Happy New Resolution!

Another New Year's Wish!

And New Year’s Eve arrives upon our doors encore and once more the eponymous old essay written by the great Charles Lamb all those years ago is my number one ‘go to guy’. 

“No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.”


And ain’t that the truth!


And like yours, I’d wager, my own 2024 had its ups and downs, its purple passages, solar eclipses, winning ways and losing streaks. I’ll miss it and I’ll diss it but at least I’ve come out the other side - for better or worse.


Next up, of course, is the year to come and all the expectations and the trepidations that accompany its arrival. But, to be honest, I can’t say I'm relishing the prospects of what it'll serve up as much as I’d hope. 


A line from a song came into my head the other day that resonated in its simplicity and its hugeness. From an old Prefab Sprout song called ‘Mercy' (on the Jordan the Comeback LP) it asks: 


“Without mercy where is goodness?” 


I pondered the question, as I have on many occasions before, and my conclusion, every time, remains that the question is rhetorical. 


But given the times we live in, where super machines know a trillion times more than our gnat’s brains can barely fathom, I decided to ask AI the same question to see where I stand in the paradigm of modern 'thought' and to find the definitive answer for modern times. 


And, after sheets of ifs and buts, this is what it concluded:


“This is a complex issue with no easy answers. It's crucial to consider the context and the specific situation when discussing mercy and its relationship to goodness.”


So, in the modern parlance, there is ‘no easy answer’ to that simple question. Or, in other words, in the AI world, there are no rules. Coming from what is touted as a ‘tool’ to help us hone our own ideas, I can’t say I’d be hopeful for our collective futures if we have to rely on this ‘thinking’ for guidance.


Unless, of course we continue to hone our own ability to read between whatever lines we’re fed.


Just a thought!


And not my main point - which is to raise another "cup of the generous" and propose a toast to you, one and all - me ole segotias, me hearties, my friends!


Happy New Year!


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Happy New Year, me hearties!




A New Year's Wish!

The last night of another year, time as ever flying away at a rate of knots. Maybe a blessing in disguise when you consider the year gone past. Wars, riots, human rights violations, global climate calamity, the normalisation of the extreme, the insatiable madness of the money! money! money! conspiracy. God help us!  

Yes, I do wonder, has there ever been any more mistrust, more misinformation, more hatred and more narcissism fomenting in the world than there has been this past year? 

Historically there’s been no shortage of any of the above but the effortlessness of this spiralling hate seems so much more fluent this year. Casually, it seems that all the perceived wrongs in the world can be placed at the door of someone else! 

Whether it’s true or not makes little or no difference. Anyone with a gripe or a mean streak in them can stoke it up without resorting to even a spell checker, never mind a fact checker, and then drum up a willing rabble to do their bidding. 

That’s the misappropriated power of social media, folks: the mean spirited can be mobilised at the push of a button, fools can come across as experts by typing in a search, heroes can be created by villains all from the comfort of a seat at the bar! 

And if social media did a good job last year, imagine how AI will fare next? 

Anyway, I watched a movie last night on DVD (yip, ole codger me!) which had an ex-war pilot telling the girl he craved why he loved the serenity of flying in the night. From stealth altitude, he could glide through the clouds without ever hearing the sound or seeing the destruction of the bombs that he dropped on the cities below. To him, peace was the silence of the sky on a still night, flying all alone. An end in itself, without consequence. 

My point? Maybe many of us can be like that ex-pilot at times. Perhaps, we all just want to close off the outside world, to put up screens, pull down the shutters, switch off the TV, close our eyes and fool ourselves that out of sight is out of mind and the world's ills have nothing to do with us. 

Maybe, we all just want to think that, on the grand scheme of things, there is nothing we can do to halt the ways of unworthy men. When we should know that if we put our collective shoulders to the wheel we could change the world in a flash. I’d love to think that 2024 will be the year! 

Just a thought!

Happy New Year, and many of them, my good friends!


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HNY me hearties!


















A New Year's Wish!

So another year pants and coughs its way to an end, its ying and its yang leaving us in two minds whether to bid it a fond farewell or a true good riddance! 

Maybe a little of both.

Certainly it would be great if the new year could ring in new hopes and raspberry away the negatives of the one gone by: the gratuitous warmongering,  the beatification of mean-spiritedness, the normalisation of greed, the neutering of truth and all the other other self-serving nonsense that has more or less defined the last twelve months on this planet. 

But it won't. 

Nor will the death this year of so many heroes who took a stand against all this bad craziness help things. Instead, their collective loss will only make 2023 a more difficult place for the disenfranchised and the less fortunate on this mortal coil. But to all those heroes, from Terry to Vicki and everyone in between, we thank them for their strength and drive and resistance and love and wish them a heartfelt farewell and safe passage to the new Jerusalem. 

The world is weaker for their loss for sure but it's up to all of us now to perpetuate their ideas and continue the fight in their absence even if we are smarting from their passing. 

But when one hero departs, there will, in time, come another to take his or her place, bringing with them new ideas and energetic ways of leading the charge. Here's hoping 2023 will be that time.

So, onwards and ever upwards, me hearties and let's raise a glass to high hopes and sweet dreams.

Happy New Year !

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Onwards and upwards!



















Sweet Mystery

This arrived back into my orbit today out of the blue and after a near forty-year absence! God I remember being able to solve this in a minute or so, with my eyes closed, back in the day but now I've to start all over again. 

There's knack I know - but finding it is the problem.

Still, challenge grudgingly accepted!

(Maybe) more soon ...

Right, first step, remove all stickers!


















Snotgreen Seas

First noticing the sea's colour, and then taking a shot of it near Sandymount Strand this morning, I was reminded of my first time reading the opening chapter of Joyce's Ulysses and being amazed and amused to hear the sea being described thusly:

"- God, he said quietly. Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton."

As a snot-nosed student I remember that gave me a big laugh, as much for finally understanding something after five long pages as it was for its originality! 

Now, of course, it's all as clear to me as ... eh, snotgreen dishwater!

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The self same sea!













C'mon Ye Birds in Blue!

January has been such a sunny and mild month overall here on the east coast, in Dublin anyway! Uncanny, I suppose is the word ... but, by now, we're all too aware of the reasons for this.

And while bird numbers and species variety are, to me, more than a little down on last year, there were still plenty of beauties to see and hear and, most of all, to savour recently.

Here's a selection of what I was lucky enough to encounter over the past couple of weeks. I do hope you enjoy viewing as much as I did capturing them out in the field!

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Birds of a feather!








In Rainbows

Walking to the Poolbeg Lighthouse on the Great South Wall is one of the simple pleasures of quotidian Dublin life. I am lucky to be able to do this a couple of times a week and never tire of it. The other day was a special treat as a soft shower led to the formation of a rainbow, a simple things that made the walk perfect!

More soon ... 

"How sweet  yon rainbow to the eye!"














A New Year's Wish!

I took a picture of the winter sky tonight (below) and it looked as though it was on fire. The last night of the year and it seemed to me that the horizon, the world maybe, was in flames. With the way things are going - bushfires in the dead of winter, summer temperatures in Alsaka, the Antarctic melting at a rate of knots - it very well may be. 

Forgive my tone but I’m a little down tonight on account of all the above. But as I reflect on 2021 as a supremely miserable year of plague and pestilence, with its exhausting chronology of ye can't do thises and ye can't do thats - I suppose I can't really blame myself!

And though we'll all awake tomorrow with this annus horribilis as a mere memory, we'll still have a brand new unknown to confront. Which is little comfort.

But, for good or for bad my friends, that's the way the dice have fallen and tonight is our time to reflect and to look forward in that context. Tonight is the night where our endings and our beginnings cross swords and we've no choice but to participate in the joust and place our bets accordingly!

My ole pal Charles Lamb wrote, 200 years ago now, that this exact time of year is the one "from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.” 

As such, we've little choice but to do the same. (and add Eve to Adam!)

... which, I presume, is to wipe the slate clean and to focus our minds on deciding what it is we want to do in 2022 tempered by the constraint of what we need to do to stay out of harm's way. The skies are no longer our limit any more, on account of the restrictions, so we need to rely, more than ever, on our wisdom and on moderation to achieve our dreams. 

Which is probably no bad thing, because as you can see from the picture, the sky is on fire anyway!

Just a thought.

And not my main point - which is to raise another "cup of the generous" and propose a toast to you, one and all - my ole segotias, my hearties, my friends!

Happy New Year!

More soon ...

The sky's the damn limit!













A Walk on the Wild Side

Well you all probably know from the content of this blog that I am an avid bird watcher and spend much of my time out in the field photographing our feathered friends in action as they go about there daily lives. But just because you're a bird photographer doesn't mean that you ignore the other things that come into your view while you are out and about with the camera so here then is a little video of some of the other wildlife I photographed over the last while.

Hope you enjoy!

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Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay!

Since Sailed Ships

The light can fall any way
At any time of any day
As with life and
All its transience.
Like the shimmer of sunlight
On deep water
As seen from the dock of the bay
A flit of long lost memory
Offering enough time to reflect 

Or to hope

As the next ship docks
Or the next one sets sail.
A tide of revelations
In the ebbs and flows
In the ripples
And the undertow
The intensity of all its light and shadows
And the power of its
Frozen moments in rainbows.

In what God only knows
In what only God knows.

Like timely reflections
On the water
And the cargoes of lost thoughts
Carried in the holds
Of since sailed ships.

More soon ...

Wastin' ti-ime ...                                                           











Pics taken on the Great South Wall, Dublin - March 2021

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ten Ukulele Songs Worth A Spin!

Why am I posting a selection of ukulele songs on this blog you may well ask? Well, the answer is easy. A friend of mine's young lad is about to learn the uke and was looking for a few pointers. So, this is just a small taste, a soupcon, of the riches that await him once he jumps in. 

Either that or it's a fair warning to quit while he's ahead. 

But since you're here, why not cock an ear?

Take it away, Mr Griffin!

 1. Somewhere Over the Rainbow by Israel 'Iz' Kamakawiwo'ole


2. When I'm Cleaning Windows by George Formby


3. Leaning on a Lampost by George Formby


4. Don't Fence Me In by Ukeristic Congress


5. While My Guitar Gently Weeps by Jake Shimabakuru


6. Let's Twist Again and Ukeristic Medley by Ukeristic Congress


7. Ukulele Baby by Ukeristic Congress


8. The Aviator by Shay Bagnall


9. The Railroad Blues by Ukeristic Congress


10. Tiptoe Thru' the Tulips by Tiny Tim (Plain Weird!)


Hope you're not too frazzled and a little itchy after hearing and seeing all those fleas jumping about!

More soon ...

Ukeristic Congress 2014       



A New Year's Wish!

Just been reading over last year's New Year's Eve blog. The gist of it was that if we all spent a bit more time being kind and looking out for one another in 2020, nothing could go that wrong for us! 

Obviously the gods of fortune mustn't be avid readers - as being kind or looking-out-for-one-another certainly wasn't on their things to do list this year! Perhaps sending us a strongly-worded letter advising us all to concentrate on other things, maybe on repairing the world we've set in flames was more on their minds.

Or, maybe, they were just pointing out that no matter how presumptuous we get about our 'infallibility' as a species, they will always be there, hangin' round our works with their spanners at the ready.

On reflection, as I was writing that piece, I think we could all sense that something was amiss in the world - the news from Wuhan, a place I'd never heard of 'til then, was becoming more and more ominous. But even so, at the time, few of us could've predicted where it was all leading.

Certainly, little did we expect that, in the space of a few months, all hope would be dry-coughed out of Pandora's Box and all the replacement bread-baking and road-running and diary-keeping and bird-watching and Zoom-calling that social-distancing required of us, wouldn't be coaxing it back in a hurry!

Most of all though, little did we know how being denied the sensation of human touch would come with the callous side effect of breaking the human heart. 

For many it was bad, but for many more it was unthinkably worse - yet all of us are scarred by it. And as a result, nothing can really return to what it was before, no matter what happens in the year ahead.

Still, it is the human way to use our past experiences to forge our vision of the future. And that bridge between the two is what normally forms the basis for our hopes. 

But I wonder tonight, on this New Year's Eve, if the opposite is really what we should be wishing for in 2021? I wonder should we all hope that 'what the future brings' will be the very thing that leads us back, not necessarily to our past, but to our essence and to the things we've lost?

So, here's praying that hope will spring eternal this coming year and with a leaping enthusiasm that comes with knobs on! And, that we'll all see again what Emily Dickinson once saw. That ...

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops - at all
 
All the very best for the coming year and beyond, good friends.

More soon ... 

Onwards and upwards, me hearties!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beginning to look a lot like ... ah, yaddy yah!

Well, seeing as there's not much in the way of great cheer surrounding this year's run up to Crimbo, I decided to take a wee trip down the lane of lost time to witness an era when there was nothin' only ceoil, caint agus craic to be had round this time of year!

Funny, no, I mean sad, that, what was once so routine, ritual almost - a night on the razz with friends, music and good cheer - is now seen as a moral outrage, a reckless, irresponsible disregard for the greater good of humanity which would only be tolerated in a bygone age - like the 14th century!

But, what the hell, it was all good fun and a fond memory worth remembering - which in these dull times feels at least as good as an evening in front of a lo res webcam drinkin' flat beer from a can 'with' yer mates on a Zoom!

Jeez, it's all go isn't it!?😕

Nollaig Shona daoibh go léir!

More soon ...

 

Onwards and upwards!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rust Never Sleeps!

Recently, I passed the old dock crane that stands on the port side of the Great South Wall, just a few metres from the red lighthouse at Poolbeg. 

It was the first time in a long while that I stopped to take another look at this old artifact from a forgotten past and ended up wondering how long ago it was when this antiquated aul' contraption was state-of-the art?

Certainly neither today nor yesterday!

Yet, there it still stands, the ole crock on the dock, built to shift and heft cargo onto and from the ships that came and went from here way back in the blurry past of the 1800s, its role then pivotal in keeping the burghers of the town fed and watered, clothed and shooned, moneyed and up-to-speed - and/or the very opposite of this - as history would suggest. 

But even so, it is now just an old yoke, a relic of forgotten times, its purpose purely nostalgic for people at best, a perch for a hungry gull or two its only real function.

The point? All things must pass.

As I looked at ye auld crane, I noticed there was a padlock attached to it. Though it had rusted away a lot, anyone could tell that it wasn't really that old, a handful of years ... tops! I reckoned someone might have put it there as a love charm maybe, a lot of young people lock padlocks to things for that reason these days.

But, if the besotted lover and his or her beloved saw their lock now, disintegrating to nothing in the salty air of the sea winds, they might do well to run a bit of an audit on the relationship it supposedly symbolises. Only joking! 

No, as I looked at the little padlock rusting away to dust on the rusty ole crane, it gave me hope, especially in this period of lockdown, the one where we all think that things will never get better and never end! 

My point? The shackles that are designed to contain and harness are, themselves, at the mercy of time and of tide and therefore can't hold things down for good.

Nothing lasts for ever, after all. Not even this pandemic. Which is a small comfort to know.

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The crock with the lock on the dock!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Trill of it All!

Well, first night of winter is tonight - but at least the winter birds are arriving and that's always a welcome sign - especially in these harrowing times. 

I love birds for thousands of reasons but mostly because, to me, they have always represented and reflected the idea of complete freedom - that notion, long lost to us, of what it is to be untethered to and unfettered by any rule of artifice or law or by the madness of illusion. 

And, visually at least, to simply spread your wings in a second and fly away from adversity and into safety is the finest way of demonstrating the wild abandon of effortless freedom that I can imagine. 

But, I love them all the more for their moral intelligence - and the sense of realism, pragmatism even, they possess about being free. To be free carries huge risks which they face up to and face down every day - every day is a new challenge as invigorating and as dangerous as the one before. They are under no illusions about this.

There are no rules attached to complete freedom after all, no degrees of it - it does exactly what it says on the tin for better or for worse. 

Yet, these creatures confront it with courage beyond expression. Every minute of the day.

I am, indeed, grateful for my humanoid bodily incarnation, it's good to be alive after all, and rules and decorum have purpose for sure, but, at times, I too wish I were a bird - or as free as one anyway!

Especially in these harrowing times!

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Free as a bird ...


 

The Redshank Redemption!

Today's pic comes with a story attached - one of high octane derring-do

Well, maybe not!

I was homeward bound after the morning stroll along the bay at Sandymount when I noticed a murder of hooded crows making an almighty fuss on the wet sands about fifty metres ahead of me. I hastened to the scene and arrived to see them going hammer and tongs for the chap you see below, clawing and pecking him to within an inch of his life.
 
Naturally the poor chap was terrified.
 
All I could do was try and frighten them off by cursing like a sailor and waving the camera at them, but, thank the Lord, it was enough and they squawked off within seconds, cursing me as they went - and leaving little Redser here alone, forsaken, in shock - but alive!
 
Thankfully he didn't look too bad either, no cuts or breaks that I could see, though I do have a suspicion that it was a bad leg that got him into the situation in the first place. So I thought that, just in case, I should really hang around a bit to see if he'd be okay - he may not be out of the woods yet, he could need a vet, or worse - the crows might even come back for him!
 
So, for the first time in my life, I then spent a good half hour talking to a Redshank! And as I did I could see him (or her, not sure which!) relaxing a little more as the fear inside it began to lessen - or maybe as it started to get a couple of my better gags! 
 
Either way, I have to say as a bird photographer, I was never happier to see this wee bird up and fly off on me - even if I was only half way through the one about the bear and the rabbit!
 
But I reckon the darn crows have my cards marked now!
 
More soon ...
 
 
Stone the crows, I say!
 

Time Slips Away ...

... but nothing seems to have progressed during this damn dementing lockdown since it began. I do wonder how long a whole planet of bored, giddy, distracted homo sapiens can tolerate being told that doing nothing for months on end is a responsible and rewarding way to behave. To me it sounds completely counter-intuitive to the human condition - and that it just can't last.

Because, yeah, it's good to put your shoulder to the greater wheel by taking your shoulder off your own smaller wheel but the all wheels are connected in the end. If they weren't, then the clock wouldn't function. And if the kilter isn't even, then something always gives!

I suppose we could drag out the metaphor here but I'd prefer to do that over a pint!

Still, and thankfully, other creatures have no such restrictions imposed on them these days and good luck and more power to them. It certainly is nice to be able to go out and observe them going about their business in their own world ... even if that can be a perilous place for them.

But, as they say, constant vigilance is the price of liberty!

The birds know this anyway but it's a hard lesson that we'll now have to learn quickly.

More soon ...
 
Let me ride in the wide open country ... 




 

Life During Covidtime!

As we continue to slowly trudge through these depressing Covid days - these apparently never-ending disaffected, disinfectant days - I continue to scour that fenced-off,  'within 2Km of home', tract of land for sight or light of any feathered fellow who might be so courteous as to stop and pose for a pic ... and, thus, shine a light!

Thankfully, there have been plenty of obliging passerines passing about this week, so here's another 30-odd second epic for you all - one that will paint a fairly succinct picture of the kind of bird life busying itself in the postage stamp-sized quadrant that is my mini-section of Dublin's parklands! :)

I post this, as I know everyone has had their stresses and traumas these past few weeks and my treks in the park have been the main thing to help me to cope with this really awful phase of time. I do hope you've also found your way of weathering the storm.

Musical accompaniment here is from ours truly, zee Ukeristic Congress, a sound that echoes better days! God, 'twould be nice to play with them again and anon.

Stay ... safe and sound, amigos!

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 "I wanna ride to the ridge where the West commences ..."











The Greatest Story Ever Told! :)

I was in my attic office this evening, the dormer window barely open but wide enough to hear a helluva racket going on in one of the gardens backing on to mine. I looked out and saw and heard a pair of Robins who were really agitated 'zitting' and 'tikking' from post to pillar as if trying to ward off something menacing.

Seconds later a pair of blue tits joined them, and the racket intensified. Then I noticed the four of them were working together to drive away a lone magpie who was obviously the source of all the bother! They succeeded. So, panic over, I went back to my desk but within a minute I was back at the window distracted by the faintest but continuous 'tik' sound that seemed close by. 

I looked down onto the kitchen roof - and there was this poor little mite (pic1) looking sad, lost and afraid. Of course, when he saw me it made things worse and he flew to the next house across (pic2). 

The pair of Robins were, meantime, going mad trying to call and find him him but his 'tik' was too faint for them to hear, I reckon. How do I get them to come to me so I can direct them to him, I wondered? 

Well, I'm hardly Dr Dolittle so it must've been a brainwave! I loaded up the UK Bird Sounds app that I have uploaded onto my phone, selected the Robin's song from the list and played it at full volume.

Two seconds later, one of the pair was beside me on the roof! Two seconds after he or she spotted the lost bambino and lo and behold the family were reunited! 

I don't normally write tales like this - but Lordy, was I delighted with meself! Yay! Nitey nite folks!😊😄😄

More soon ...
 
Lost wee craturr!


 
Corraggio, mio amico!