Before the Picture

Cruising around WordPress and oohing and aahing over the beautiful photography has left me wondering…..what happened before those wonderful photographs were captured?  We humans will go to extraordinary lengths to obtain that “perfect” shot, and those smiles we see weren’t always there two seconds before the shutter snapped.  I submit two photographs to make my case.  First shot:  Dingle, Beehive huts, Trying to get into the dwelling for the picture, dear husband hit his forehead hard on the immovable slab stone, letting out a big OWW! and then proceeded to smile his way through the picture.

pic54Next shot:  Cliffs of Moher…Family wants picture of me serenely on the cliffs, I on the other hand, have read all those signs saying to keep away from the unstable and windy edge and am saying, “This is fine….take the picture!”  And then I force the below smile on my face and Voila!

Lisa on Cliff

Later, we all look back at the photos and say “Aaahhh…wasn’t that an amazing time”; totally blocking out those moments before.  But that’s a good thing in my opinion; forgetting the bad, holding on to the good, and looking forward to adventures today.  Slainte, Lisa

View From a Beehive (Hut, That Is)

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View From Inside a Beehive Hut, Dingle

Beehive huts can be found in various parts of Ireland, especially in Dingle.    Resembling….wait for it….beehives! in shape, and oft times clustered together in groupings. has a great article on these amazing structures:  “Clocháns are dry-stone buildings dating from c.2000 BC. They are usually round in shape, but rectangular huts are known as well. What gives these huts their distinctive appearance is a building technique known as corbelling, i.e. the layering of stones, with each layer bending slightly closer and narrower towards the peak. Stones were laid with an outward and downward tilt to shed water, making these huts watertight.”

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People lived in them, such as visitors or monks, and later on, they were used for farm animals or storage.  When we visited some in Dingle, we were amazed by two things:  how low the door entrances were (my husband whacked his poor head on one), and how amazingly perfect and dry and intact they still were after all these hundreds of years.  Talk about well-built to stand the test of time.  To quote many a time-traveled elder:  “They don’t make ’em like they used to.”   🙂  Slainte, Lisa