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North Wall, Dublin
black wave / bad vibrations
I don't spook easily and I don't suffer from vertigo. Standing on the edge of this cliff was an exception to that rule.
I don't think a single image conveys the sheer force generated as a wall of water hits a cliff face and the associated feeling of fragility and mortality. But this is all I have.
There's something about standing on frozen water. The brittle crack of the ice on the shore as you step onto it; the solidity of the thicker ice; the unanswered question of what lies beneath.
I know - it's the same mountain as the last shot. This one presents an altogether different side to that solid and wonderfully shaped chunk of rock.
the mountain will fall
We practically ran out of the restaurant, the taste of fermented shark still lingering. In minutes we were sat in a foot of snow, wondering what the hell just happened as we put on crampons.
The occasional sound of rippling water turned out to be a seal (two seals? three?) grabbing dinner as the tide came in. I'm not sure who surprised who the most but in my defence, I was there first.
the ice beach - one of those boot filling shots
Too much contrast lately; too much colour. Don't get me wrong at all, I do like those things I just feel like something different today.
From the ice beach.
New locations can sometimes intimidate me; new locations and imperfect light more so.
I fought with this place. To try and salvage something I went down to the water - run into position, grab a frame or two, run back from the next big wave, repeat.
full of fire
Southerly winds had backed up the lagoon. It was crowded with ice and clean shots were hard to come by.
Then I saw this. Two frames was all I had chance to grab and then the light just went - not gradually, it was as if somebody flicked a switch. It was there for less than a minute but it was my minute.
to the sea
That beach. Yes, that one.
So many classic bucket list shots to be had and each time I've visited I've left with broken dreams and wet feet.
The ethereal isolated sea stack shot will have to wait. Here's some tide instead.
just up the road from his more famous brothers lurking in the background stands this fella - I like him, he hasn't wronged me photographically like his siblings have and there was no water in my boots at the end of our meeting
This plane don't go there
Wanna be starting somethin'
The trip wasnt scheduled to start until Tuesday morning but with this 10 minutes down the road who was going to say no to starting an evening early
The spray was something else but the best way to avoid people in the frame was to get up close and personal
So. back from Iceland. Eight days of a punishing shooting regime and averaging five and a half hours sleep a night. If I'm going to run myself into the ground then there's no better place to do it in.
Grand Lodge Room
Knight Templar Room
Knight Masons' council chamber
with thanks to the Grand Lodge of Ireland for their hospitality
model : Piyanuch Chanphet
after the fire
The sky hung heavily but the warm air provided reassurance that the clouds wouldn't open.
Sean told us, almost apologetically, that they're out with their matches at the first sign of good weather. I didn't mind the black scars across the land, a scar can add intrigue and leaves unanswered questions hanging in the air like the heavy clouds above us.
I hadn't been here before, I wasn't aware this valley existed. I will be returning.
ocean of noise
honestly, who wouldn't be drawn back here time after time?
staring at the sun
forecast said rain - forecasts lie
The light was fierce and a regular seascape wasn't an option.
A little bit of contrast and a nudge of clarity otherwise as shot.