As part of a workshop in Provence in September of 2010, we went to Les Baux, France to attend a medieval festival and photograph the many sights.
Les Baux is the site of the original bauxite mines which have become….
Wine tasting cellars.
The town was decked out in colorful banners and flags contrasting with the bright blue sky. And the remains of the old castle formed the skyline.
Many young maidens were enjoying the festivities
protected by a strong military presence; longbowmen
and a crossbowman (with an anachronistic chronometer)
who was the knight in shining armor for one of our photographers.
Photographers, photographers everywhere!
A troupe of musicians and a dancer provided entertainment.
On an early January foray into Yellowstone National Park, I had the opportunity to capture many images including portraits of several creatures coping with winter.
This image captures the feel of the environment.
This regal elk kept his peace with the world.
And this bison was more interested in eating than he was in us; thank you.
This red fox was begging to have her picture taken.
A big horn, keeping a watchful eye.
And a wary coyote keeping a watchful eye – on us.
Dunluce Castle, near the northern extreme of Ireland, is a massive ruin with many of its walls still standing. It is situated on a rock pillar, separated from the mainland by a gorge. This is, however, not without its risks. At one point, the cliff gave way taking a portion of the kitchen and several of the household staff with it. Thereafter, the mistress of the manor refused to spend another night in the castle.
As I arrived, it was a perfect day for sailing along the coast.
Dunluce as seen from the approach to the bridge crossing the gorge. In the event of an attack, this funnel leading to the bridge would be filled with cattle which, dead or alive, would foil a cavalry charge.
Another view of Dunluce Castle with fog rolling in from the sea.
Providence provided me with this opportunity for a moody view of Dunluce only an hour after my arrival under a clear sky. Thirty minutes later, the weather was again hot and sunny.
Inis Mor, the largest of the Aran Islands, is a Gaeltacht, an enclave of Gaelic speech and tradition.
During our visit, we were greeted by Deidre Ni Chinneide, a Dubliner who has taken up island living and the cause of preserving Celtic culture and spirit, largely through music. Her CD, Celtic Passage, is haunting and exquisite.
As in much of Ireland, the remains of early churches serve as reminders of times long past.
As a tourist destination, horse drawn carts, as well as bicycles, serve as common modes of transportation.
Home of the Blarney Stone and the world’s most unhygienic tourist attraction.
(But then, what’s the point of having an immune system if you don’t use it?)
Blarney Gate — exit to the Rock Close
Small waterfall in the Rock Close
A watch tower at the castle
This is how the the Blarney Stone is kissed to receive the gift of eloquent and persuasive speech. It is necessary to sit on the parapet, several stories above ground level, and, hooking your legs on it, lay over backwards, let your head hang upside-down, and kiss the stone. In modern times, this is done with the help of an assistant who hangs onto the seeker of Blarney.
And when the castle was deemed too drafty and rustic, a modern manor was built.
Glenarm is a small town on the Antrim Coast of Northern Ireland.
The town church.
The bridge leading to the old castle.