April 24, 2012
Timoleague at 10.30 pm, 4/4/2011, link to photo on Flickr here.
I was looking through some photos from this time last year and came across some I had completely forgotten about. Seeing them again reawakened the memory; I was on my way home from a Bible Study and as I approached Timoleague on the Courtmacsherry road I noticed the reflections on the water (and mud) of the Argideen river / estuary. Fortunately I had the camera and tripod with me but I remember being disappointed with the results, which is why I suppose I didn’t put them on the blog at the time. At 10.30 pm, It was just too dark and there was too much mud and not enough water. But now looking at the photos again just over a year later I thought it would be worth including one of the pictures after all, even if only to see if I can improve on it another time. I suppose that is a principle that can apply to all sort of things, that given a bit of time our views and perspectives can change; things we didn’t like too much we soften on, and conversely, things that were once important to us, become less so…
June 11, 2010
One of the advantages of rural life in Ireland (as I suspect is true of non-city life almost anywhere) is the way time is treated. Country time is not the hard slave master that city time can be; everyone in a hurry to be somewhere to do something to meet someone etc. In West Cork, time is not a precise phenomenon, it is merely an advisory instrument that may or may not be relevant for the conduct of any given day or occasion. Things will happen when they will, people will arrive when they mean to and not a moment sooner or later.
What got me thinking about time? Well if you’re still reading then you must be vaguely interested so I’ll tell you – The Innishannon Steam Rally.
This grand occasion happens over the June Bank Holiday weekend every year. It’s a great family day out, but what really caught my interest was (wait for it) … the “Slow Tractor Race”. It’s complicated, but basically the winner is the person to drive their tractor the slowest without stopping, so the person who comes last is the winner. Ingenious!
Can you imagine such a thing happening in New York, Tokyo or London, where millions of people race around as if their lives depended upon it all day every day? After witnessing this race – there were two heats and a final and it took a long time (but nobody was in a hurry), I know where the better quality of life can be found…
But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.
(2 Peter 3:8)
March 30, 2009
Panasonic LX1, f2.8, 1/60 sec, ISO 80, 28mm equivalent (Click to enlarge)
There is a time just before I leave the Vestry to take a Sunday Service. It is a special, hallowed time, what the Christian intelligentsia might call Kairos time: (Time as a moment, time as occasion, time as qualitative rather than quantitative, time as significant rather than dimensional).
It seems to always be different and yet in so many ways the same. Some weeks I may be more nervous than others, sometimes I may feel more prepared than others. Sometimes I picture myself like St. Peter about to step out of the boat and walk in faith towards the Lord Jesus, sometimes I feel compelled to kneel on the floor with my head bowed in submission. Often I experience a huge, almost overwhelming sense of my own inadequacy to say or do anything worthwhile for God, unless somehow in some way He is able to work in me and through me. Sometimes I feel inspired, strengthened and energised, other times I feel heavy-hearted, tired and would rather still be in bed, but usually I am fluctuating somewhere between the two extremes.
God is good.