Clogher in Full Voice

The Atlantic was absolutely hammering Clogher Beach when I got down there a few weeks ago. A proper winter swell rolling in through the gap between the headlands, each wave stacking up and throwing that incredible translucent green you only get when the light catches the water from behind. An Fear Marbh sat out there in the spray haze like it always does, impassive, while everything around it was chaos. I was shooting low, practically at wave height, which is either brave or stupid depending on your tolerance for salt-encrusted gear. The sky kept shifting between brooding darkness and these cracks of warm light overhead, and the timing gods cooperated for about thirty seconds before the clouds sealed shut again. What struck me most was the colour contrast. That jade-green wave face against the bruised grey sky is something you’d barely believe if you hadn’t stood there watching it happen.

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