Monthly Archives: December 2012

Cnoc an tSalainn, Mhuineacháin

Posted on December 31, 2012 by M Bradley

Remember that walk I went on a couple of days ago? Well, this is another photo, taken as we had dropped off the moor and were making our way back along the country road. The Knockatallon walks make for lovely … Continue reading →

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Christmas Decorations

Posted on December 30, 2012 by M Bradley

Just sitting after more Christmas leftovers and I thought I might try to capture a little of that waning Christmas spirit.

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Walk up Sleibh Beagh

Posted on December 29, 2012 by M Bradley

I took a walk over the moor today. This may not be the finest photograph but it does show the bleakness of the walk.

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Sometimes

Posted on December 28, 2012 by M Bradley

These are the lyrics to a song I have written, perhaps my favourite song to sing and certainly the only one I am happy with: Sometimes Sometimes I get that feeling, Like I’m on the other side Of the mirror, … Continue reading →

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Christmas Time In Europe

Posted on December 27, 2012 by M Bradley

It’s Christmas time in Europe But here we are hiding In a foreign land Far from the fireside. Across this cityscape Cry the calls to prayer And I dream of the steeples and bells.

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James Joyce

Posted on December 26, 2012 by M Bradley
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Happy Christmas.

Posted on December 24, 2012 by M Bradley

‘Twas the night before Christmas…”

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Crucifix

Posted on December 23, 2012 by M Bradley

Around my neck it hangs heavy: a ring of steel persecuting me, accusing eyes perusing dark, dank depths- the (de)basement of my subconscious.

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Shrapnel

Posted on December 22, 2012 by M Bradley

Sam was born a Catholic. He knew his catechism, attended mass without fail- even when he had fallen and needed a steel plate in his head. That week he had attended with only a bandage between the outside world and … Continue reading →

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Ogle Street, Ard Mharcha.

Posted on December 21, 2012 by M Bradley

A little noticed façade with paint peeling back the years.

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