Welcome to the weblog of Created Visible where there trickles a stream of things photographic, and occasionally operatic and theologic...

Said to be the site of St Patrick's grave, this little town is home to the St Patrick Centre which houses a fascinating exhibit on Ireland's patron saint. Ridding the entire country of snakes is among the many things attributed to St Pat.
We arrive at Belfast in the evening and in late sun, I go for a walk around the city. For a Saturday it is eerily deserted. Later I find out that the main city life area moved out from the main city centre after many bombings...
The famous opera house where Pavarotti made his UK debut, the city hall, and the old and new gates of the law courts




In a little churchyard in
Drumcliffe, the poet William Butler Yeats is buried. There is an ancient
Celtic cross just outside the churchyard and the doors to the church have been ornamented with swans, which might be a reference to Wild Swans at
Coole,
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones Are nine and fifty swans.


The famous pottery at Belleek made a fascinating place to visit and a most temptatious place to spend money! No photography was allowed in the factory except for the justly celebrated basket and floral section where exquisitely detailed works were being created. Here are some of the baskets waiting for additions from the field of shamrock.


Our guide and one of the artisans who drew the short straw and was part of the token staff present in the factory on weekends to ensure that tour groups like us could see how things are done. Poor chap, toiling away fuelled by 7-Up and Nurofen... but still doing amazing work. Some archive pieces show how the fine china looks after firing, painting and glazing.