Personal – some work experiences – but mostly Family, Friends and Places
I am putting some photos on this page. They are all a bit in the past, but have a meaning of some kind – mine to know, you can guess.
(update 2016 – I could not transfer photo albums from the original site, here is an introductory page)
Song, Seamus Heaney, FieldWork, 1979
A rowan like a lipsticked girl.
Between the by-road and the main road
Alder trees at a wet and dripping distance
Stand off among the rushes.
There are the mud-flowers of dialect
And the immortelles of perfect pitch
And that moment when the bird sings very close
To the music of what happens.
My friend Jean McCartney gave me Heaney’s “Song” twenty years ago. She already knew her immune system had folded, and that each moment mattered.
Jean, died 1982
poetry and joy in life
picking shells by Magilligan water
I miss my friend.