Some of my favourite images come from stormy days on the Atlantic.
There's a special feeling to standing on the edge of the wide ocean as cold winds whip off the crashing waves and you try to steady the camera, decide if it's worth using a tripod and keep everything clean and free from sea spray.
The exhilaration of not going anywhere fast but waiting and letting the action come to you, a lot of times this is the most interesting and fun part of photography, not the travel, not the glitzy location but standing on the edge of a cliff watching wave after wave break, rain showers come and go, feeling like your face and eyes are being sandblasted.
That feeling there is what it’s all about. Pure exhilaration from experiencing something special.
In a different way, I get this same feeling while standing in the photo pit at concerts and festivals, being blasted by sound from some of the planet’s biggest rock stars
But today, it’s the Wild Atlantic that has me in tears; mostly through that salty spray hitting my eyeballs, every time I stand away from the camera.
Join me, this year in Galway, Mayo, Donegal, Kerry, Clare and more. To find out more contact me.
