Ireland

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On the edge

of the Atlantic.

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A day out

Remembering one is almost as good as having one.

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Lingering surfer

The surfers had all gone, except for the one lingering ghostlike in my long exposure.

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21 billion midges

According to this article, 21 billion edges were predicted for Scotland’s 2017 midge season. I reckon that a fair number of them, like me, opted for a trip to Ireland that summer, boosting the already thriving local population.

Those pesky creatures turned these peaceful spots into pure torture, at dawn and dusk respectively.

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On my Not To Do list: do not venture here again without a midge net and repellent.


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Atlantic sunrise

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another beach, another sunset

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Evening at the beach

Just for a change 😉

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Early one morning at the Castle

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Later that night at Inch Strand

The surfers had long gone…

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Inch Strand

It was relatively calm this evening, though the wind was fierce enough around the head of the strand. As the surfers packed up, there was plenty of space for some wide & long exposures.

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Kerry sunset

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Day 3: surfers

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Day 2: Dingle surf


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Day 1: Dingle sunrise

Bloomin midges up early searching for breakfast 😫

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I stayed just long enough to look up the beach towards the castle, then glanced behind me to see what was going on.

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And back again.

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The midges had had their lot! Now it was time for my breakfast.


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Killarney sunset

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Atlantic reach – Irish Light Collection

You can read about the Atlantic Reach project here. The proceeds are going to the Samaritans.

My contributions to the project are below.

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evening at Glassilaun beach, Connemara

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the wind that shakes the reeds on a small lough in Connemara


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Atlantic waves

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Atlantic waves


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The crab

… and as I was strolling along the sand minding my own business, up came this huge crab out of the water that started crawling along beside me demanding my attention.

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Gentle stroll along a quiet beach

How about a gentle stroll along a quiet beach, enjoying the breeze, away from the traffic, the noise, the crowds…

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Getting carried away by the current

You can get carried away by the current.

This particular day it wasn’t all that strong, but just a few days later – thanks to a wee spot of rain – it was fair charging along, smashing down the waterfall, and these rock islands were nowhere to be seen.

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No seaweed fairies this morning

It was pitch black on the way to Glassilaun. Running along the beach to get to the place I had in mind took longer than I thought, and the seaweed fairies hadn’t had time to sweep away the dark brown sea veg.

But the sunrise fairies were there in their fine pink and orange frocks for a short and intense burst of partying.

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sunrise at Glassilaun


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Not a very wild Atlantic night

But dramatic nonetheless.

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Atlantic beast crawling up the beach


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Birds of a feather

I wasn’t supposed to be going to Malahide, and I will probably never go there again. But the clouds were interesting.

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The Connemara wind

This sound I’m hearing, is it the wind reverberating through the twelve bens? An echo from across the ocean? Maybe a ghostly hungry moan lingering from the past?

(Or Yvonne: could it be the humming sound that comes from past-their-shelflife hearing aids when the batteries are left in overnight by mistake?)

Whatever the case, this “green swathe of soft glens, pasture and rainy hills” and the “swathes of white sand”, are places “fit for thinking”, as Tim Scott put it in The Guardian over a decade ago.

And photography is a way of thinking a place.

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