This is another one of my absolute favorite photographs. This was taken in Cobh (pronounced Cove), which is one of the prettiest places I’ve lived, on a morning after it had rained. The air was consequently clear and washed away of mist, which is as pervasive in Ireland as legend has it. One ceases to notice the soft air most of the time, but when rain has beaten it from the sky, the crispness *is* noticeable. So everything was unusually clear this particular morning, and I thought the vibrance of…
