Slant On The Fortyfoot
He's on the right, in the white jacket. We were on our way to meet Barry, an old friend from London, in Finnegan's pub in Dalkey. When we saw the beautiful airy gold evening light, we decided to stop by The Fortyfoot bathing place and see if we could find anything to blip. By then, the sun had started to sink, turning the clouds to lavender-pink. Here's a shot looking the OTHER WAY.
Earlier, I saw THIS sea (or weather)-watcher when sitting writing in my car on Ioan Tce. in Blackrock. Notice how he's on his tippy toes, his hand not quite touching the wall.