Carrick, Co. MayoFifteen minutes. That's what I had before the rain arrived, and the sky was making sure I knew it. Dark clouds rolling in from the west with real intent, filling two thirds of the frame with brooding atmosphere. What stopped me here was the wall. It runs from the foreground right under that lone tree and carries your eye through the patchwork of fields beyond, over the rolling hills and out towards the water. A natural leading line. The kind you don't