The day had been a bit stormy in the morning, but cleared in the afternoon. That is the way it is in Ireland. A
storm can move in and move out in a matter of hours.
When I reached this spot, I parked and got out to stretch my legs. I looked over Dingle Bay and suddenly I felt
connected. I breathed in the sea air and felt the sun that was breaking in and out of the clouds. The sound of
the waves on the beach really was wonderful. I looked at the sky, the sea and the distant land and knew I had
to make an image of this place.
There are times when I take out my tripod to make such images. But somehow that day I wanted to hand hold,
to have complete freedom, unencumbered by a solid base. I wanted to be fluid in my movements, as fluid as the
waves before me.
When I look at the images I made at this place, I can feel the wind and smell the sea. The image takes me back,
unlocks the memory for me to relive that time on the beach.