Picasa has a border application which I've used.Unfortunately I've made all the outer borders dark which doesn't work with an already dark background. Ah well ! It's a learning curve.
At the back of this view (if you could see it) is the snow capped Cairnsmore of Fleet
I went down the river Cree to Parkmaclurg.
Here I'm opposite the Carse of Barr
Just to the right of this point the railway used to cross.Wooden stumps can still be seen when the tide is out
This is the view east towards Palnure with a misty Blair hill behind
Here it is on Clevr
This is the view back to Blackcraig
A little further south the river's meander has created a large sandbank.
It's often a haven for various birds, today there's a lone heron
A zoom over to Upper Barr finds a flock of gulls and the Wigtown bus
Added at the last minute with a light border
Carseminnoch
It being Burns night tonight I thought an apt poem to accompany this post would be
'The Flowery Banks O' Cree'
Here is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
'Tis not Maria's
whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy breathing gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
It is Maria's voice I hear;
So calls the woodlark in the grove,
His little, faithful mate to cheer;
At once 'tis music and 'tis love.
And art thou come! and art thou true!
O welcome dear to love and me!
And let us all our vows renew,
Along the flowery banks of Cree.
It being Burns night tonight I thought an apt poem to accompany this post would be
'The Flowery Banks O' Cree'
Here is the glen, and here the bower
All underneath the birchen shade;
The village-bell has told the hour,
O what can stay my lovely maid?
'Tis not Maria's
whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy breathing gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
It is Maria's voice I hear;
So calls the woodlark in the grove,
His little, faithful mate to cheer;
At once 'tis music and 'tis love.
And art thou come! and art thou true!
O welcome dear to love and me!
And let us all our vows renew,
Along the flowery banks of Cree.