Sorry, too busy to post my Serenity Sunday yesterday. Here’s one from spring in Northern Ireland. I was traveling from Belfast up the coast toward the Bushmills Inn, and one of the glens I crossed was that crested by the little River Ariff; the glen was, rather appropriately, named Glenariff. The hillsides were carpeted with English Bluebells (Hyacinthoides non-scripta), interspersed with the ubiquitous clumps of gorse bushes in full, butter-yellow flower. I had my first digital camera, a Nikon Coolpix 445, I believe, and at that time I wasn’t saving the original digital images after I’d processed and reduced them due to limited computer storage space, so it’s not a very high-resolution image. I regret it now, but it still takes me back to a lovely afternoon!
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Hi gary, your picture loses nothing for being lower resolution, the colours are glorious!
I explored several glens that day, and I think I may have to do a “Places Remembered” post presenting a few more. It was a great day for spring colors!
It must have been a very beautiful and serene moment. I love the bluebells and the gorse bushes but what really messes with me are the hills in the distance. I was born at the foot of the Wasatch front in Utah and grew up with mountains around me. Now I live in flatland Indiana. I so miss the mountains or even hills so I am always happy to see sloping hillsides with wildflowers and more hills in the distance. Thanks!
So right–I had not expected the scale of the hills that I found there. Some of them reminded more of how I envisioned wild areas of Scotland. Northern Ireland is well worth a planned visit.
Nice…and a reminder that Bluebells will soon cover our local woods.
There’s something really special about a whole field of them.
It’s a very pretty image. Those lovely purple-blues and golden yellows look so wonderful together.
My thoughts exactly. There are more from that day, that I may bring out in the near future. Thanks for the prod!
I was going to say that “it’s a very pretty image”…but Meanderer beat me to it…so let me reframe this….
I love the scene…I find it peaceful and can almost smell the natural perfume of the flowers and the long grass…it reminds me of wandering meadows like this when I was a child living in Germany…warm rich scents…the kind that gets in your brain and stays there for another 40 years or so….
Thank you, Gary.
You’re welcome! Yes, it could easily be Germany, or many another location in northern Europe. There is nothing like having the time to bask in the heady sensations abundant in a flowering meadow. What a glorious experience! Where did you live in Germany?
What gorgeous colour contrasts.
Sometimes the natural pastel-rendering of what the Irish call a “soft day” (I can say it in Irish but have no idea how to spell it) is just what such a scene calls for. This was one of those days. Thanks, Louis!
Nice picture, Gary – the blues in front, yellows further back, and then that distant high ground – good stuff! Adrian
This was such beautiful country. I would really love to return and take a much more leisurely exploratory excursion up the east coast. I stayed in the Bushmills Inn that night, another unforgettable experience; I’ll never forget the perfume of the peat fire. Have you ever been up that way?