my favourite photo – coumeenole beach in dingle

Coumeenole Beach, Dingle, Ireland

 

like a magnet, coumeenole beach drags me back, drags me down its deep

incline, early, always early, before footprints march ugly across my waiting

canvas. approaching the dingle peninsula i pass the beauty of inch strand, a

crime not to stop, i promise i will return, i promise, but i have to get to

coumeenole and i have to get there early.

i drive through dingle along the sea front, only fisherman pumping boats, town

on my right, a quick nod up at dicks mac’s, ill be back, ill be back, but i have to

get to coumenole and i have to get there early.

passing ventry, sea on my left, i am imagining waves. i can see the blasket

islands now demanding my attention. rising, posing, proud and vain because

every camera stops for them; but not me, not now, not this time. i have to get

to coumeenole and i have to get there early… and the i am there winding down

to the beach waves crashing on rocks, seabirds dancing on the tide early

always early and yes no footprints.