Where the Atlantic Meets Ireland
Ireland 1996
My husband was realizing a dream by playing golf at Ballybunion and I walked along a narrow path a foot or two from the edge of the Cliffs of Moher. A strong, cold wind blew off the ocean. The wind was stong, but not strong enough to blow a person off the cliff into the crashing seas, although signs along the way proclaimed that it had happened.
I shot this as a vertical thinking that the tower on the top of the cliff echoed the rock pinnacle in the water. I should have widened my angle a bit to make the tower more prominent. This was film and I didn’t have my handy little LCD screen. If I had, I would have lowered my exposure to increase detail in the white of the crashing waves, too.
One of the best things about going to Ireland is getting tea after doing…what? pretty much after doing anything. And if possible, get a piece of Banoffee pie to go with your tea. It’s chocolate, caramel, bananas, pudding, and whipped cream. A jillion calories, but I had walked the whole way along the cliffs and I deserved a treat.
Rosemary, I love this picture. A couple of questions came up tho. How far did you walk and how far did you need to walk to eliminate the Banoffee?
Also, any maybe a bit more to the point: Why on earth would anyone build a tower where that one is. They are ready when some group of marauders climbs those cliffs and as far as I can tell they are still waiting. J.
Hi, Jerry,
Thanks for the comment. The walk is 2 miles and I think I walked the whole thing and then back again. I think I’d have to do it every day for a week to walk off the Banoffee pie, though. That tower is called O’Brien’s Tower was said to be built to impress women. Exactly how that worked I don’t know.
Thanks again for checking my blog.
Rosemary