Month: April 2017

Waterford Greenway: Kilmacthomas Viaduct

Oh my! These photos are beautiful! From the wonderful blog of inesemjphotography.com.

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Kilmacthomas

We skip 13 km of railway  between Kilmeadan station and Kilmacthomas  –  I hope to return there later when I am in a better form.

My car is parked in the Old Workhouse car park. The Workhouse buildings are very interesting and full of history. I probably have to write about this place again some day. Actually, you have already been there, visiting Marlfield Birds of Prey 🙂 You can also hire a bike there, and I think there is a restaurant too.

Leaving the car park, we approach the Kilmacthomas crossing. There was never a bridge before. The footbridge was put in place overnight in July 201 – a mighty and beautiful structure weighing 50 tonnes.

Waterford Greenway

Kilmacthomas Railway Station.

Waterford Greenway

Waterford Greenway

Village of Kilmacthomas under our feet.

Waterford Greenway

One of the most spectacular structures of the Greenway is a curved eight-arch railway viaduct that was built in 1873 and spans the River Mahon at the…

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Show Us Your Taxes

I’m with Lydia! Read more at her blog, alotfromlydia.wordpress.com.

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April 15 is traditionally

The deadline to file tax returns

For Easter the date’s been extended

Still, the population has a concern

(Chicago Photo Credit: Matthew Hendrickson/Sun-Times)

Over 150 rallies

Are taking place across the U.S

The theme being transparency

In what? I’m sure you can guess.

(New York Photo Credit: Reuters)

Donald show us your taxes

What is it you’re trying hide?

You promised (among other things)

You’d show us, but you lied.
(Seattle Photo Credit: komonews.com)

74% of the population

Wants to see them, so what’s the deal?

Cayman Island accounts, jobs shipped overseas,

Ties to Russia—and more— you conceal.


So, who is your master Mister POTUS?

That’s an answer I think we all know.

I’ll give you a hint: He’s Russian

You sold him your soul long ago.

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Chain of Parks 2017

Saturday morning I drove into Tallahassee to savor the eclectic vibe of the annual LeMoyne Chain of Parks Art Festival. This isn’t an arts and crafts (or as Studly Doright calls them “arts and crap”) show, but a gathering of some of the finest artists and artisans from all across the country. 

Name your poison–jewelry, pottery, textiles, sculpture, carvings, paintings, stained glass, and/or mixed-media. It was all there. I couldn’t afford 99.99% of the art displayed, but I so enjoyed looking. 

Here are just a few of the sights:



My favorite, and the most affordable, part of the day was dog watching.

One end of the park is set aside for children to create their own art. I didn’t venture very far into this section, as my stomach had begun nagging me to find the food trucks, but I took this photo of the chalk art area. Note the little girl on the right. As I passed by she remarked, “Look! I’m walking on the wall!”

And I don’t know who Terrika is, but she made me smile.

At one point I was mobbed by a group of posh ladies who insisted on sharing their kooky style with me. I always needed a boa to make me feel complete; I just didn’t know it. 


Unfortunately the Divas, as they called themselves, got away before I could snap a picture. It was a wrap and run incident. No one was harmed in the process. 

What a wonderful morning! I did buy a small item for my little courtyard area at Doright Manor. I’ll share that another day.

Peace, people!

Snapshot #148

I came across this business at Tallahassee’s Chain of Parks Art Walk this morning. Let’s call this one, “Mixed Feelings.”

Beach Combers

Beach Combers
by Leslie Noyes

We were the Beach Combers, baby
Barefoot and easy on the eyes
Ripped jeans and plain white tees
Making music; earning sighs

We covered the Beach Boys
Crooned all the smooth tunes
Scattered all the seagulls
Drove the turtles from their dunes.

Lately I’ve been thinking,
Life came easier back then,
But the music now’s much deeper,
And we’re rocking once again.

(Photo courtesy of Robin Garrett, a.k.a. Effron White, one of the original Beach Combers.)

Snapshot #146

This photo was taken inside Hamaknockers, a great roadside barbecue place near Crawfordville, FL. I’m calling it, “Finally, a Way to Use my Bottle Caps!”

First Impressions

First Impressions 
by Leslie Noyes

He’d cultivated a gravelly voice, thinking it was sexy and maybe a bit authoritative. 

She’d perfected a killer walk, seductive and full of promise. 
Watching her closely he decided she was out of his league and never spoke a word within her hearing.

Thinking him aloof, she refused to take a single step, and simply ignored him.

The end.

“Passing Strangers,” by Jack Vettriano

Snapshot #145

Look what other creatures were hanging around the new fairy house–a pair of teeny tiny fairy birds. I’m calling this one, “Petite Cardinals.”

What’s in Your Well?

What’s in Your Well 

Where do you go, storyteller?
The days are bright in your world.
Or dark.
Take us there.
Down endless flights of stairs with monsters lurking in the shadows underneath.
Or up to soaring heights filled with cumulonimbus clouds and rainbows around every corner.
Make us laugh.
Or cry.
Give us hopes.
Or dash them.
Throw stones against the barriers that separate man from God.
Hold a blanket close over our shared memories.
Don’t let us hide from the starkness of truth exposed by harsh sunlight.
Or from the shadowy world of imagination.
Illumination.
You draw from your well.
I can’t even find mine.

Snapshot #143

I went out to check on the fairy houses this afternoon. Lo and behold there was a new guy taking a nap on the porch of the fairy house built by our granddaughters, McKayla and Harper (with a little help from Studly Doright) a couple of weeks ago. Let’s call this one, “Fairyzzzzz.”