Our brief visit to the spectacular Cliffs of Moher, rising as high as 650 feet straight down to the ocean below, came with not so ideal weather. At least if you wanted to see the cliffs. But the howling winds, cacophony of the crashing waves, the veil of fog still provided a visceral experience. I hoped to capture the idea of looking over the fence and knowing the edge is there somewhere. As our time dwindled, the fog lifted a bit, and we got to see some of what we could only imagine earlier.
Another too short stop at the otherworldly landscape of the Burren provided an entirely different but no less fascinating experience. Known to have one of the oldest and most diverse ecosystems in the world. This is the kind of place I would have loved to explore for days if I could.
© Michael Moy Photography