Dunquin, Dingle, Co. KerryThe wind at Dunquin was finding every gap in my clothing. Jacket zipped to the chin, tripod planted as firmly as I could manage on the cliff edge, and still my hands were numb. Below me, the Atlantic was throwing itself at those jagged sea stacks, and I needed to hold the shutter open long enough to turn all that violence into something quiet. Heavy cloud had flattened the light. No harsh shadows to fight with. Exactly what I wanted. I spent a good