‘Wild Swans At Coole’

Good Evening, everyone!

Another reflection post, as I have not had the chance to venture outside just yet, to capture more photos. With the rain, I cannot risk destroying my baby (I mean my camera).

Whilst strolling the wondrous beauty that is Coole Park, on a particularly sunny day, amid a photo shoot, I wandered under the tree known as ‘The Autograph Tree’. Anyone who lives in the Galway region, knows what I’m talking about.

It’s a fantastically towering tree, that dazzles anyone who sets foot in Coole Park. On this particular day, my inner child was excited, as there was leaves everywhere. I have photographic evidence of me sitting amongst the leaves, playing around in them, having the time of my life (I’d like to remind you, I am 20 years old. Shocking).

Coole Park has always been a part of my childhood. When I was younger, we would often have little day trips and have plenty of picnic’s. It was splendid. At that age, I didn’t know I wanted to be a photographer, but there was something about the scenery that honestly excited me! I relished it. In my later years, while attending school, I fell in love with W.B. Yeats’s poetry. He spoke to me on so many levels. After some time, I learned that he too, had adored Coole Park, and that shocked me. My feet had walked upon paths that once were walked on by W.B Yeats himself, my favourite poet. I had observed scenery that he often wrote about. It was astounding. I was shell shocked. He too strolled aimlessly around this park, writing poetry in the process. He was inspired by Coole Park. One of my favourite poems of his is ‘Wild Swans At Coole’. They have a museum within the grounds, where they hold and display a vintage fan, signed by many poets and inspiring figures. Many a time, I have stood before this piece, with a smile on my face. William Butler Yeats’s signature stood before me, shielded by glass. He had also signed ‘The Autograph Tree’, hence it’s name.

Upon my return last year, a lot had changed in Coole Park. Trees had died, and some had been removed, which was so upsetting. But that’s life, unfortunately. Trees don’t last forever, no matter how much we wish them immortal. Coole Park, although some trees were gone, was still as beautiful as ever.

As I sat beneath The Autograph Tree, I felt as if I was revisiting my childhood. After all the years, I got to come back and photograph it. My camera was by my side the entire time, what a surprise, I know.

But, I would like to make a point, if I may. Always make time to revisit something that you hold close to your heart, that was a dear part of your childhood. Even if you haven’t seen it in years, whether it’s a park or a building, etc. Because it might not be there someday, and you’ll be heartbroken. Enjoy it while it lasts, isn’t that what life is all about?

-Alice

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‘The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, under the October Twilight the water Mirrors a still sky’.

-Wild Swans At Coole, by W.B. Yeats

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