last day at the edge of the earth
My last day in Ireland was spent driving along the Dingle Peninsula. I had planned to visit this Peninsula all along, but the decision was solidified for certain when I stumbled across Peter Cox's gallery in Killarney the week before.
This was basically my last stop of the last day of my trip. I had driven over Conor Pass, glimpsed the ancient bee hive dwellings, and landed in Dunquin with an appreciation of how remote and ancient the Dingle Peninsula was. I climbed down to an narrow perch overlooking these cliffs and spent a half hour making photographs and taking it all in. Despite the beauty, I ached with the sadness of knowing that when I left this place, I would be leaving Ireland.