Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Fishing Shacks

East of Albany, the whales are still rolling about in the tuquoise waters of long, white bays.
Sand so fine it squeaks beneath your feet.
Hot nor-westerly.
Smoke haze from the out-of-control fires at Bluff Creek.
Working with necessity being the mother of invention and a strange but fine tuned sense of aesthetics, commercial fishermen have been building shacks along the coast for generations. The one above is Grievous' brother's shack. Another brother built one at Drage's Beach where they fished for herring but now all that remains is a fireplace in the bush.
Next ... Whale Villa, where the Gordon Inlet greets a hard, wind swept sand bar and the flock of resting plovers rise in unison straight into the sky. They settle just as fast, on the skin of the water, as the dog swaggers away.

 Below, the caravan's door opens into a dinky verandah, looking out to the sea. The backs of all the fishing shacks appear verdant, healthily green with a lingering smell ... yes, it's the septic tank. There's a great fig tree growing out the back of just about all these shacks.




                                                                  Whalebone Beach


  1. Bloody gorgeous. I reckon I could live in these if I weren't an artist with a taste for all sorts of things that would be completely incompatible. Sigh.......always wanting to escape to that desert island. Still.

  2. I just wish I could be there always. I know which shack too. Bliss ...

  3. Great piece of prose and fabulous shots - nice, very nice work, my friend ;-)

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  5. Have to agree. I keep visiting the winedark sea for lots of reasons but the poetry of both visuals and language are its main draw. It's like walking through Sligo with WB Yeats, through Derry with Seamus Heaney, even the harsh boggy wastes of Cavan and Monaghan with Patrick Kavanagh.

    Those images are a long way from Benbulben and Lissadel House but I'm put in mind of the following;

    Oh come away stolen child, from the waters and the wild, with a fairy hand in hand, for the world is more full of weeping, than you can understand.

  6. That is a beautiful piece Ciaran, who wrote it?

  7. Its a Yeats poem, Sarah, The Stolen Child. The Waterboys(remember Mike Scott?) did a song version of it for their Fisherman's Blues album back in the Eighties.

    Here's the link;

    It was a big hit here because it put people back in touch with the mystical qualities of the countryside and the old folklore poets. A decent piece of music too.

    Lyrics and discussion here...

    Its been a while since I even thought of this, but it's autumn here and that always helps..

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