Pigeons flock and rest on the only pale grey roof in a row of rooves, presumably for the coolness. |
The Mountains of Mourne, from Dundrum, which always lift me, even though I know that they are not mountains, mostly because they attract such variable skies/weather. |
One view from the bus stop from which to go in three different directions, good light and odd verticals, in reality poles for banners in support of 'King Billy' prove more visual than what they support. |
Another evening's shade where the verticals
and horizontals take on a life of their own, denying
that this is a landscape very much moulded by man.
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