This bright red pedestrian bridge takes both walkers and cyclist over the Castlebar River along the Turlough-Castlebar Greenway here in Co Mayo.
Window – is this week’s weekly photo challenge. I took this photo in Caernarfon castle this summer while visiting North Wales. I just liked the way the lead rectangles framed the view outside, particularly the green grass and blue sky.
“That is a mighty fine wheelbarrow you’ve got there.”
She nods but says nothing in response.
“Isn’t it a mighty day all the same for the bog?
She wipes the sweat from her brow.
“Sure you are a mighty woman to be out here working hard.”
She smiles, but continues her work without reply.
“Wasn’t that a mighty match the other day.”
She has no idea what match he means.
“Well I better head I suppose. Mighty good talking to ya.”
I liked the way this wheel is layered with years of rust. I wonder if green was it’s original color or if this had been another layer added by someone during its history.
Waiting – almost ready, but not quite!
Do you remember those days at school when you had to memorise your times tables, the counties of Ireland, your spellings, your teacher’s favourite poem? It seems a long time ago.
Tomorrow is the 1st of September, and my two children will go back to school. For a week now they have been taking out their school bags. Checking and double checking they have all the books on their list and the specified number of copies. Their pencil cases are filled with freshly sharpened pencils, pristine erasers and bright twistables. Everything has a name label, declaring ownership.
On the kitchen table the lunch boxes lie waiting to be filled. Upstairs new uniforms, one size bigger than last year, hang neatly pressed on hangers.
Tomorrow after the pandemonium of getting them out in time, I will sit and listen. But the house will be silent. No howls of laughter, no shouting, no issuing of instructions. The toys too will lie silent; no having to bring home hay, the toy horse will not have to give birth to another foal, the man with the missing leg will not be taken to the hospital, the dolls will not have to get dressed, the lego will lie where it is on the floor. It has been a soap opera of events and goings on, a riot of imagination.
I love listening to their imagination run free. Deep down I know that this time to be themselves will be more valuable than anything they can learn by memorising things at school.
I will miss the both. But I will try and remember that exploration of their minds that I have been privy to for the last few weeks. Because in that time they have been who ever they have wanted to be, in what ever way they wanted to be. And that, in my opinion, is worth a whole term of school work.