Took this picture of Annagmakerrig Lake on my last night at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, last November.
Posting for Jez’s Water, Water Everywhere Challenge # 176.
Tag: Tyrone Guthrie Centre
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Posting for Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday.
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Self was at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in November. It was cold. First thing every morning, she’d open the windows of her room and marvel at the view.
Posting for Travel with Intent’s Six Word Saturday.
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When self says “lake,” there’s only one lake she can be referring to: that’s right, it’s Lake Annaghmakerrig, in Co. Monaghan, Ireland, where she spent the second half of November while she did furious revision on a novel-in-progress. (You don’t see the lake in this picture; believe me, it is there, just on the other side of that tree)
Posting for Alive & Trekking’s Which Way Photo Challenge.
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Down the end of a long, book-lined corridor in the Main House of the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in Annaghmakerrig, there is a chair, a table, and a Christmas cactus!
Posting for Cee Neuner’s Flower of the Day.
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Storm hit yesterday, so strong that it blew self’s golf umbrella inside out, and when she tried to right the spokes, the wind hit her smack in the face with driving rain. She got completely soaked: from head to toe.
There was not one weather advisory on the news, and self listens practically 24/7. After, the weather people said this storm would make “no difference” in the California drought, even though it’s supposed to continue for several more days. GRRRR.
Here’s a picture she took last week, in Ireland. It was rainy in Annaghmakerrig, but when she took this picture, she saw a man running by the lake, wearing only track pants and T-shirt. Go figure.
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Diagonals are leading lines and self loves them. She loves the way they draw the eye. P.A. Moed elaborates on this challenge on her blog, pulling from a wide variety of images, including M. C. Escher!
For this challenge, self decided to use this trio of photos she took at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre in November. The hills across Lake Annaghmakerrig have always fascinated her. Could it be the trees, or could it be the diagonals?
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All right. Spoiler if you haven’t read The Sweet Hereafter.
This is wisdom:
- I looked across to Billy Ansel and realized that what frightened and saddened me most about him was that he no longer loved anybody. All the man had was himself. And you can’t love only yourself.
The whole town up and claps for Nichole Burnell, lone survivor of the school bus accident (but secretly sexually abused by her Dad, how nice) Is that pervert Daddy of hers ever going to jail? Newp? Then pardon me, I’m sitting on my hands. This is not redemption. A thousand clapping people don’t make it redemption. Silly me, I want revenge. I’m talking JAIL TIME.
I’m bequeathing my copy of this book to one of the artists here at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre (which, btw, has helped me reach another level of writing. AGAIN. Don’t ask me how or why, it just does)
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Much thanks to Life of B for hosting Walking Squares!
It is cold. Today it is too cold (and blustery) to walk. These pictures of Lake Annaghmakerrig are from two days ago.
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