Another shot of the Baltimore Beacon, the white-painted stone beacon built at the top of a sheer cliff face, marking the entrance of the harbour of Baltimore, County Cork, Ireland.
This shot looks like summertime compared to my previous upload of the very same view which looked pretty much like winter. Yet they are separated by only 25 minutes (and a few minutes later it turned into winter again...) There's no arguing that the weather changes really easily and fast in Ireland!
One of my favorite spots in the world; one the first places I ever recognized that kind of magic in the air and saturating everything. The first time I came here I had no idea what lay at the end of the road, up over the top of the cliff path my dad was bringing us to. It was so windy I thought I’d fall over. The waves were crashing against the seaward side of the headland so hard they launched tiny clouds of salty foam in high into the air. I grew up by the sea, but had never seen this kind of violent and festive display. The sun shone brightly and it may have been a recent coat of paint or a sheen of sentimentality but I remember the Beacon gleaming like a clean tooth. Since that day, I chase the ends of roads and the points where places end; between the sea and the sky and the land there are tiny parcels of magic like this.
The Baltimore Beacon signalling tower. Latest build completed in 1849. Showing on maps as far back as 1788. It's both 50 foot high and has a circumference of 50 foot too. Built of random rubble natural stone and painted white.