On my recent trip to Sligo I hoped to take some nice photos of Ben Bulben, the county’s spectacular tabletop mountain.
William Butler Yeats is buried at its foot in the graveyard at Drumcliffe.
Ben Bulben – Sligo’s Spectacular Mountain
This lovely photo above is a sample of what I dreamed of shooting.
This is my best effort.
Alack and alas the weather did not cooperate.
Perhaps I shouldn’t blame the weather, only my own misguided optimism after a glorious sunny few hours on the first day of my trip.
I spent my first afternoon on the banks of Lough Gill taking sunny lake photos. On the way back to Sligo I drove around a bend to behold a magnificent view of a sunlit Ben Bulben.
The sharp bend of the road made me think twice about stopping, so I drove on a little until I found a spot to park my car. Out I popped and snapped a few shots of Sligo town with the mountain of Knocknarea in the distance.
Delighted with my photos, I considered driving towards Ben Bulben to find a spot to go snap happy.
Looking at the beautiful blue skies I grew optimistic about the infamous Irish weather. Instead of pressing on with my photo shoot plans, I made the decision to explore further the next day.
The next day dawned gray and cloudy. The wind didn’t “bundle up the clouds, high over Knocknarea”.
Instead Atlantic mists blanketed the bay, the mountains and the town.
Fat rolls of fog furled and curled and rolled down the steep slopes of Sligo’s lovely mountains.
And the moral of my story is ….
…. never bank on two sunny days in a row in Ireland. If the
sun is shining then keep taking photos, until the sun sets
and says goodnight. The sun calls it quits, not you.
In Ireland, you can never be assured of mother nature’s cooperation. It could take her days or even weeks before letting the sun peep out, to once again illuminate Ireland’s spectacular scenery.