Our move to the country has brought us within easy striking distance of Ballycastle with its magnificent beach, grandstand view of Rathlin, the elegant lines of Fairhead and, on a clear day, its view of Scottish slopes. For the moment the best loved feature for me is its famous rock. Expect it to feature frequently in this blog.
I had visited Ballycastle many times over the years, even holidaying there on one occasion but I have no recollection of ever seeing the rock. I think I can rest assured that it isn't a recent arrival! Which is a reminder to me of how often a person can look without noticing. A camera in the hand often makes the difference. You don't even have to take a photograph. But you are looking and this time noticing.
The first time I truly noticed it the light had almost gone and my tripod was sheltering in the warmth of home. The second time I was chasing the light and just about made it in time for a couple of shots - the first hand held for fear of missing the light completely and the second a longer exposure on the tripod. Each says different things and has a different mood. The rock, however, remains solidly the same.
Here's the first.
And here's the second.
At the moment I'm trying to choose which one to hang on my wall...
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