Connor Pass Sheep II
Oh, who will plough the fields now
And who will sow the corn
And who will watch the sheep now
And keep them from all harm
And the stack that's in the haggard
Unthreshed it may remain
Since Johnny, lovely Johnny
Went to fight the king of Spain
From the Traditional Folk Song The Bantry Girl’s Lament
In the west of Ireland there are sheep wandering freely almost everywhere. Farms are small and the hillsides are delineated with borders of rock walls low enough for the sheep to cross unhindered. The animals are social and will mingle without regard to the farm to which they belong. Each farmer marks his or her sheep with a splash of color for identification. The system is honored throughout the land.
Connor-Pass-Sheep
In the west of Ireland there are sheep wandering freely almost everywhere. Farms are small and the hillsides are delineated with borders of rock walls low enough for the sheep to cross unhindered. The animals are social and will mingle without regard to the farm to which they belong. Each farmer marks his or her sheep with a splash of color for identification. The system is honored throughout the land.
Sacred Bird
One afternoon, the skylight in my bedroom had shafts of illumination that caused a hummingbird light-pull to cast a shadow adjacent this Buddha. Of course, I ran for my camera and probably shot 20 or 30 frames trying to get the image just right. You see the final version here. I can’t look at this without thinking or feeling that something special happened on that day.