The Photographers of Ballydowane

The beach at Ballydowane was infested with photographers last night.  Well there were 3 on there anyway with their cameras and tripods pointed at the sea, shutter release cables in hand, probably taking long exposures of the tide going in and out and in and out and in and out ... making the tide look more like smoke rather than water (or smoke on the water but that's something else altogether).  I did the long exposure thing at a waterfall years ago when I first got my SLR and I was very tickled with the results but even so there's only so much water as smoke that even a Romantic like me can bear.  This seems to be the pattern for the photographers of Ballydowane - smokey tide and sea views.

Which left me, in the thin fog off the sea, to wander the tide lines, with my blind dog Boo, one eye on flotsam and one eye on Boo, who walks into rocks unless you shout Boobooboobooboobooboo like a parking sensor to warn him he's getting close to bumping his nose on something.  I'm sure the photographers appreciated that distraction as they watched over their 30 second shutter speeds.  There wasn't much rubbish I'm pleased and disappointed to say since I like and dislike it in equal measure.  The bright colours give you something to move towards.  Instead there was plenty of seaweed and bird's feathers and a little ball of pale turquoise fishing line with tiny white shells stuck on it.  And Boo only bumped his head once.