Stephen O'Reilly
@stephen-oreilly.bsky.social
There's at least two copies on ebay. It can also be borrowed from archive.org
December 1, 2025 at 10:39 AM
There's at least two copies on ebay. It can also be borrowed from archive.org
Thanks again to judge @nualaoconnor.bsky.social for her kind words and to the organisers of the #Allingham Arts Festival for all their hard work. Congratulations to the other winners especially Shona Doyle-Woods and @kiklodge.bsky.social
www.allinghamfestival.com/fiction-poet...
www.allinghamfestival.com/fiction-poet...
November 28, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Thanks again to judge @nualaoconnor.bsky.social for her kind words and to the organisers of the #Allingham Arts Festival for all their hard work. Congratulations to the other winners especially Shona Doyle-Woods and @kiklodge.bsky.social
www.allinghamfestival.com/fiction-poet...
www.allinghamfestival.com/fiction-poet...
Bealach na Bó Finne (Way of the White Cow)
November 28, 2025 at 2:31 PM
Bealach na Bó Finne (Way of the White Cow)
It's been a great week.
Read at an Arts Festival.
Finally cracked hole-y bread. The secret turned out to be hydration and to do as little as possible with the dough
Made a rather one sided friendship with a crow and got the badly scarred worktops sanded down and oiled.
Read at an Arts Festival.
Finally cracked hole-y bread. The secret turned out to be hydration and to do as little as possible with the dough
Made a rather one sided friendship with a crow and got the badly scarred worktops sanded down and oiled.
November 9, 2025 at 11:09 AM
It's been a great week.
Read at an Arts Festival.
Finally cracked hole-y bread. The secret turned out to be hydration and to do as little as possible with the dough
Made a rather one sided friendship with a crow and got the badly scarred worktops sanded down and oiled.
Read at an Arts Festival.
Finally cracked hole-y bread. The secret turned out to be hydration and to do as little as possible with the dough
Made a rather one sided friendship with a crow and got the badly scarred worktops sanded down and oiled.
A quiet afternoon for reading. Have a good week.
September 29, 2025 at 11:08 AM
A quiet afternoon for reading. Have a good week.
Cosmos
The universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
Also a relative of the daisy
The universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
Also a relative of the daisy
July 1, 2025 at 9:59 PM
Cosmos
The universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
Also a relative of the daisy
The universe seen as a well-ordered whole.
Also a relative of the daisy
If you don't mow by now ...
June 18, 2025 at 12:53 PM
If you don't mow by now ...
Normality has resumed. Turns out there's a word for the earthy smell after a shower of rain. Petrichor, derived from the old Greek words for stone and blood. Something we haven't smelt in my part of Galway nearly three weeks. The spud box will certainly appreciate it.
May 23, 2025 at 11:08 AM
Normality has resumed. Turns out there's a word for the earthy smell after a shower of rain. Petrichor, derived from the old Greek words for stone and blood. Something we haven't smelt in my part of Galway nearly three weeks. The spud box will certainly appreciate it.
Just some images from around the garden this afternoon. Have a good weekend wherever you are 🌞
May 2, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Just some images from around the garden this afternoon. Have a good weekend wherever you are 🌞
Today's effort
March 26, 2025 at 6:02 PM
Today's effort
Grape hyacinths getting a visit. Amazing what can be achieved with less than a million neurons. Complex sensoria, emotions, the ability to learn and communicate.
Puts insatiable energy guzzling LLMs and their overpriced hardware to shame.
Puts insatiable energy guzzling LLMs and their overpriced hardware to shame.
March 25, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Grape hyacinths getting a visit. Amazing what can be achieved with less than a million neurons. Complex sensoria, emotions, the ability to learn and communicate.
Puts insatiable energy guzzling LLMs and their overpriced hardware to shame.
Puts insatiable energy guzzling LLMs and their overpriced hardware to shame.
Jan Steen, The Rhetoricians, c. 1665.
January 13, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Jan Steen, The Rhetoricians, c. 1665.
Six magpies outside my window this morning. Six for gold or Hell depending which version of the old rhyme you gravitate towards. The boiler packed up this morning so I'm inclined towards the latter.
January 9, 2025 at 11:49 AM
Six magpies outside my window this morning. Six for gold or Hell depending which version of the old rhyme you gravitate towards. The boiler packed up this morning so I'm inclined towards the latter.
Not ready for the depressing trudge out to the garage with the decos, so spent the morning trying to get sharper images with the camera. Light is everything.
January 3, 2025 at 1:49 PM
Not ready for the depressing trudge out to the garage with the decos, so spent the morning trying to get sharper images with the camera. Light is everything.
I was thinking of an old childhood rhyme this morning and the excitement of waking up to a snow covered garden
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
November 21, 2024 at 9:58 AM
I was thinking of an old childhood rhyme this morning and the excitement of waking up to a snow covered garden
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
November 20, 2024 at 8:09 PM