The Mourne Wall stretches over 15 peaks across the steep and rugged terrain of the Mourne Mountains.
A major feat of construction back in the day when built in the early twentieth century with the purpose of enclosing the Silent Valley Reservoir which is serving Belfast, and the aim of keeping roaming cattle and sheep away from the water.
This impressive dry stone wall made of granite rock is 1.5 metres high on average with a thickness of nearly 1 metre and leads all the way up to the highest peak of Northern Ireland – Slieve Donard is towering 853 metres above sea level.
Blessington, Ireland – January 2020
A legendary Boeing Stearman flying near Weston Airport, Dublin on its way to the Bray Air Display
The Devils Glen waterfall this afternoon – a truly breathtaking place in the Wicklow Mountains I didn’t know about until discovering it on Saturday in a magazine pullout of the Irish Times weekend edition.
So off I went today right away. An hours drive from Naas, Devils Glen is easily to reach, parking onsite and two excellent looped walks waiting to be explored. Easy enough terrain, nothing extreme.
Unfortunately it was an overcast day which means the light wasn’t quite as I would have liked it. Surely I’ll be back in autumn when it must be such a colourful place.
I got a 25 second long-exposure at the foot of the waterfall – a beautiful scene that may have been enhanced by some sun rays shining through the trees. It’s an image I quite like nonetheless.
Magical panoramic view as far as the eye can see over Lower- and Upper Lough Bray in the Wicklow Mountains.
Nikon D7100, Sigma 8-16mm f/4.5-5.6 DC HSM – ISO 100, f/9, 1/500 sec; 8mm
A sunset in the Wicklow Mountains shines the most delightful light on this magnificent landscape. Regardless how often I’ve been here, it never stops to take my breath away. Having this half an hour off my home is a privilege.
10 vertical frames – Nikon D7100 – Tamron 70-200mm G2 – stitched together in LR
Wild encounter with some curious deer in the Wicklow Mountains
Sometimes you get rewarded late…. so late that all gear was stowed away as I was on the return leg after a fine, yet far from spectacular – at least from a photography point of view – climb up to Turlough Hill in the afternoon.
While a beautiful day it was, the sun shining sky high throughout, the oh so often elusive yellow ball did vanish behind a tick layer of clouds as I prepared for my carefully selected sunset shot. One of those days, it seemed. Nothing you can do about it.
As I set sail before darkness hit, all of a sudden the world around me turns into a vibrant orange, red and purple wonderland. Gone is the layer of clouds, free is the sun, minutes away from dropping behind the back of Turlough Hill.
A sunset photo at last!
Storm Emma, or delightfully called “Beast of the East” makes life tough for everyone here in Ireland at the moment. Snow as high as a full metre – those who braved the storm had a price to pay: the white powder in the face, numb fingers and every little step one that had to be fought for.
Incredible to think that this is still Ireland. Incredible even more so to think it’s the second of March. Spring around the corner…. Really?