Inch, a beach just at the enter to the Dingle Peninsula, Ireland, 2007
It was just after stormy rain – a phenomenon quite ordinary in that part of Ireland.
Nobody was hoping for any Sun on that afternoon, but there it was – powerful and dazzling. I took this photo breaking the sanctified rule of photography of “not to shoot against the Sun”; I’ve been always doing this with usually satisfying outcomes (but never face the Sun for a prolonged period unless you have a proper filters on your lenses, otherwise you’re going to damage them – more advanced readers, please ignore that note).
People had just started to emerge from their temporary shelters, totally wet, half-wet or those lucky – quite dry.
There was a smell of damp boots in the air and the sound of the ocean was just terrifying. It appeared that the thunderous roar had been originated very deep underwater by a powerful force and was allowed to materialize through the massive rolling waves.