Happening upon the tiny coastal village of Doolin in County Clare was a happy accident. It was sunset and we were racing to catch any last few glimpses we could. Keep in mind, that booking it in Ireland as Americans is not that fast. The teeny-weeny roads are absolutely unforgiving. What we would consider a single lane back alley street is the only way to get around. Don’t get me wrong each winding turn is just as beautiful as the next. It makes you realize that the Irish are fantastic drivers, and that we need to step up our game.
Then out of no where, we approach the main drag of the sweetest town, aglow with the last few minutes of sun that day had to offer. That was the moment I lost my mind. I burst out of the car and jumped several fences I probably shouldn’t have, shooting hundreds of photos along the way.
Once I reached the edge of the cliffs, I stopped. It was as if my heart just leapt over the edge of the world. I know that sounds a bit drastic, but that’s how it precisely how it felt. And there you go, folks. Nature does it again.
Stay tuned. Limerick is next.
for the love of nike 
Fantastic photos. Looks like a gorgeous place.
why thank ya!
Great Shots! Amazing views…
there’s no place like Ireland! thank you!!!
Gorgeous images! County Clare is so lovely.
Oh man, is it?! I want to go back so much!