Clifden Castle - The Clifden Castle was built in 1818 for John D'Arcy the founder of Clifden. The Gothic Revival Style castle was the main living place for the D'Arcy family. The land surrounding the castle was the first drained and reclaimed by John D'Arcy in the Clifden area.

Clifden Castle was built with fantastic features in the early 1800’s including an entry tower with two round turrets, a rounded tower to the southeast, and a square tower. The estate faces south and overlooks Clifden Bay. On the lands of the manor house to the west, there was a large enclosed farmyard, which included the worker’s cottages, stable, grain store, and coachhouse. Next to that was a walled garden, with a pond and a well near there. Also on the Demesne are the remains of a ‘marine temple’ made of sea shells on the stream to the east of the Castle. There is a large gateway on the property, built in 1815 in medieval style. D'Arcy had erected several standing stone on the property, four of which remain along the winding path between the gateway and Clifden Castle today. One stone is believed to be a genuine prehistoric worked stone, brought in from another place, but no one knows for sure. When the Eyre Family bought the estate 1850 some additional features were added including a new thatched roof, and other decorative features which can be seen in the dilapidated manor today. This also added a children’s graveyard to the north, originally for the 3 Eyre children who died in the 1880’s.

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Russia’s Big Ballet- 

The Big Ballet is a troupe of dancers from Russia who weigh a minimum of 220 pounds each. 

“The Big Ballet formed in 1994 and set out to deliberately and, above all, self-confidently challenge accepted social standards in a world where the pursuit of slenderness and beauty seems obsessive. The dancers courageously and imposingly prove that grace, elegance, charisma and nimbleness is not the demesne of the “thin”, proudly presenting their voluptuous yet surprisingly sinuous and flexible figures.”

Mary Rosse’s Darkroom Reconstruction by Sherwood Harrington on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Lady Mary Rosse, wife of the Third Earl of Rosse (who designed and built the giant “Leviathan of Parsonstown” telescope) was a multi-talented person. Among other pursuits, she became a pioneer in photography during the mid-1800s. She and her husband set up a photo/chemical laboratory, a darkroom, in one of the basement rooms of the castle in the 1840s, a room that was in use by the family until 1908. Between then and the 1980’s the room was essentially abandoned and forgotten (you can forget about rooms, I suppose, if your house has 88 of them.) When re-opened in 1983, it provided a time capsule of sorts to historians of technology, since all of the chemicals and other materials were in tact.

The room is now being reconstructed on the second floor of the Birr Castle Demesne Historic Science Centre, with an attempt to reproduce it as faithfully as possible with the exception of lighting (which needs to be enhanced so visitors can actually see the things in it.)

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I WISH I COULD DO CLEVELAND. But that would never happen. fml Whatever. haha I have no money anyway between Christmas and working two days a week and such. XD I’m glad we met too!

I’m trying so hard to go, but alas my parents are super-paranoid about letting me go eight hours away by myself. ugh. >.<
Yes, when their next shows come around we should definitely all go together :D JERSEY TBM FANS UNITE!

although the silent order (alt: jingxushe) is one of the oldest known institutions of dragonkind, the secretive group allows very little to to be known by outsiders. numbering exclusively imperials among its ranks, its influence can be found in all the corners of Sornieth. most non-imperials catch glimpses of the order only from a distance. they are most known as gravekeepers and regularly appear to carry away dying and dead imperials with no imperial kith or kin to perform their breed’s mysterious funeral rites. silent order imperials can be distinguished by the black veils they wear and generally depressing company they make.

behind the scenes, the mission of the silent order is clear: to prevent the scourges that are emperors from walking the earth, and, more generally, to combat the Shade that still probes at the corners of our world. its members are born and die within the confines of its eleven bases, one located in each divine demesne where the Shade-carved scars can still be observed in the ley lines of the world. separated into eleven distinct classes identified by function and color, each base is administrated by a council drawn from these classes and function independently of each other, though they act as one body. the silent order is harsh and unforgiving in their guardianship of their breed, and recognize no authority higher than their own in imperial matters, causing no end of strife. however, they play a key part in preserving old imperial and Light culture that has been scattered by the imperial diaspora.

Seven Sinful Superheroes -chapter 1

The Heavenly Yard was a beautiful, ethereal place. From the endless, golden rice fields that covered it, to the Garden of Champs-Elysees where the virtuous souls of humanity were given rest and joy, the Master of the Heavenly Yard, the sun god Sickle, could not be prouder of his demesne.  

However, he was entirely less than proud with seven of the humans, the species he and his fellow gods had created.

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The Bog Queen

by Seamus Heaney

I lay waiting
between turf-face and demesne wall,
between heathery levels
and glass-toothed stone.

My body was braille
for the creeping influences:
dawn suns groped over my head
and cooled at my feet,

through my fabrics and skins
the seeps of winter
digested me,
the illiterate roots

pondered and died
in the cavings
of stomach and socket.
I lay waiting

on the gravel bottom,
my brain darkening.
a jar of spawn
fermenting underground

dreams of Baltic amber.
Bruised berries under my nails,
the vital hoard reducing
in the crock of the pelvis.

My diadem grew carious,
gemstones dropped
in the peat floe
like the bearings of history.

My sash was a black glacier
wrinkling, dyed weaves
and Phoenician stitchwork
retted on my breasts’

soft moraines.
I knew winter cold
like the nuzzle of fjords
at my thighs––

the soaked fledge, the heavy
swaddle of hides.
My skull hibernated
in the wet nest of my hair.

Which they robbed.
I was barbered
and stripped
by a turfcutter’s spade

who veiled me again
and packed coomb softly
between the stone jambs
at my head and my feet.

Till a peer’s wife bribed him.
The plait of my hair
a slimy birth-cord
of bog, had been cut

and I rose from the dark,
hacked bone, skull-ware,
frayed stitches, tufts,
small gleams on the bank.

To a Dreamer:
by H.P. Lovecraft

I scan thy features, calm and white
Beneath the single taper’s light;
Thy dark-fringed lids, behind whose screen
Are eyes that view not earth’s demesne.

And as I look, I fain would know
The paths whereon thy dream-steps go,
The spectral realms that though canst see
With eyes veiled from the world and me. 

For I have likewise gazed in sleep,
On things my memory scarce can keep.
And from half-knowing long to spy
Again the scenes before thine eye.

I, too, have known the peaks of Thok;
The vales of Pnath, where dream-shapes flock;
The vaults of Zin - and well I trove
Why thou demand’st that taper’s glow.

But what is this that subtly slips
Over thy face and bearded lips?
What fear distracts thy mind and heart,
That drops must from thy forehead start?

Old vision wake - thine opening eyes
Gleam black with clouds of other skies, 
And as from some demonic sight
I flee into the haunted night..


This horrible creature has taken up part-time residence at one of my practice sites. I trust it’s clear that I am paralyzed with terror, and can never leave its demesne.

Astro Temple by Stephen Emerson

Mussenden Temple located in the grounds of Downhill Demesne, just outside of Castlerock. Captured this one in March under a starry sky looking westwards over Downhill Strand and across to Donegal. Balanced myself on the wall for this risky perspective as you would not want to slip. I believe work has been carried out lately by the National Trust to stabilise the cliff, to prevent subsidence into the sea.

Stephen Emerson: Photos