The massive Eiffel Tower glows golden as it is viewed from the Trocadéro nearby.

Groynes in the sand as the water rushes away to do battle with another wave coming in. The ever-present push and pull of the tide, defeated for some time at least by these wooden posts.

The sun has almost set and still casts an orange glow on a clear sky. I was down at Youghal Beach facing the afterglow, and instead of the big dramatic sunset I half-expected, I got this: a clean gradient running from deep blue at the top to a warm orange seam along the horizon, the…

A chimney, a pitched roof, and a sky lit end to end. I caught this little hut alongside the old Youghal railway just as the light gave up for the evening, the blue overhead sliding down into a thin band of orange at the horizon. Two stretched-out lenticular clouds hung there like someone had smudged…

Cappagh Beach at half-six in the morning is colder than I’d planned for. We’d driven down to Kerry the night before and I was up in the dark, heading out the door and shared the journey from Dingle with Freddie at the wheel. I forgot my wellies, but while I cursed my lack of preparation,…

Blue hour is that magical window between sunset and full darkness when the sky becomes this gorgeous gradient from deep blue to warm orange. That’s what I saw on a cold December evening looking across the River Lee at Bachelor’s Quay.

The Three Sisters on the Dingle Peninsula in Co. Kerry. The sun had just sunk below the horizon and beyond a cloud bank at the horizon but the sky was still glowing a lovely soft yellow glow.

My first time visiting the famous fishing hut at Screebe in Connemara was last night, when we were blessed with an evening without even a breeze to disturb the water. Unfortunately, there was an excess of low cloud, with a cloud bank at the horizon that swallowed the sun at the horizon behind the house,…