I have been a long-time lover of the sea, drawn back repeatedly by the lure of its blue-green depths and the endless cycles of its tides. And I am a lover of wind...from the softest of summer breezes to gales that wildly toss about everything they touch.
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A trip home to Ireland in May of 2007 became especially memorable to me for the vibrant play of wind and water we encountered at every turn.
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As we drove the coastline, misty spring skies would grow broody and dark, and even if out of sight, waves could be heard crashing into shore with joyful abandon.
From the seas caves of Northern Ireland’s Causeway Coast, to the Cliffs of Moher in west Ireland and the Skellig Islands in the south, water races ceaselessly in to throw itself time and time again against the rugged Irish shoreline.
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It is timeless magnificence to behold, and is but one of many reasons why this small island’s magic will always keep time with the rhythm of my life's blood…
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I am linking this post to sweetnsaxy's Watery Wednesday meme...do check out her wonderful link for more watery pics...
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