When I was a sophomore in college, I had a friend who was a psychology major, and one day she asked me why I got into photography. I was quick to try and clarify the assumption that I’m a photographer but rather just someone who enjoys taking photographs, but that’s besides the point. I told her I wasn’t really sure, and that I just kinda felt drawn to it. Somewhat of a cop out answer admittedly. She proposed that it’s because I’m so forgetful (seriously, just ask my wife) and photography, as a medium, is a way for me to remember the moments that I’d otherwise forget.
That idea’s always stuck with me. That’s not to say my memory has gotten any better (definitely hasn’t), but I use photography as an art form *and* a way to make sure I can always re-live moments. Like this trip.
I knew sorting through all these photos from our trip could go one of two ways. Either it’d be a huge bummer that the trip is over, or it would be the only thing that would ease the pain of it being over. Turns out, thankfully, it’s the latter.
We embarked, kinda unknowingly, on the coastal walk that follows the cliffs all the way to the southern-most point known as Hags Head. About 5km in total. The wind was gusting so brutally, as I imagine it always does. Probably around 80kph or so.
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You can get reeeaaal up close and personal with the cliffs, which I was quite surprised about. I can’t imagine anywhere where in the US you’d be able to freely roam on the cliffs edge for such a long distance at a major tourist attraction. Anyways, very thankful to have been able to do it and see Moher Tower at Hags Head up close and personal.
And to top it all off, the sun started to reach the top of the golden hours as we were walking back. 🙏🙏🙏
And some stuff we shot on the GoPro from the trip. Shameless selfies included.
Next up: Donegal, Glenveagh National Park, Horn Head, and a bunch of other rad stuff
Until then ✌️
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