3.25.2007
Anyone that knows me at all knows that I am not too happy when it comes to heights. Anyone that knows my wife at all knows that, though she be quiet, she has a flair for the dramatic, and wants to get as close to 'it' (whatever 'it' may be: a coast, a leaning rock, the edge of a cliff...) as possible. If you're curious, the above picture is, in fact, me at the top of a good 50 ft. cliff. My lovely wife is taking the picture from the top of a neighboring 50 ft. cliff that is only marginally less scary than the one on which I am standing.
Since being in Scotland, I have climbed up a rock face to stand next to a big leaning rock, trapaised across a bridge that spans, and now this. When our big trip to Ireland occurs, I am told that these two locations will be on the agenda.
I am sure that I am trading amazing photographs for years of my life...but so far, it's been worth it.
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