We had an unusually cold winter in the west of Ireland. Layers were worn, walks were taken, fires were lit.
It felt like this, and it looked like this:
Ghostly faces in a frozen puddle. How many do you see?
Blue tit enjoying provisions from the bird feeder.
The view across Lough Corrib on New Year’s Day.
Salthill street lights reflected on Galway Bay.
Mutton Island causeway in thick fog.
The spiky geometry of a frozen furze (gorse) bush.
I don’t know this bush, but I love its frosty appearance.
Swans and cygnets in an icy Claddagh.
A frosty glove abandoned in a hedge.
Meadow pipit I shared a quick picnic with.
Sunset over Salthill, five minutes after the picnic.
The view from Wolfe Tone Bridge, Galway, before the freeze…
…and after. It wasn’t long before the surface held traffic cones, footballs, a beer keg, bottles, cans and so on. Assorted rubbish aside, it was very pretty.