The migration of the jelly fish

The invertebrate's lusty dash across the fields, from a bay on the atlantic side to a more romantic sheltered cove on the other side of the peninsula, came to an untimely yet permanent halt in six vertical rows of barbed wire...
The mating seasons sucks... big time!


The photo oppurtinities were plentiful today, in gorgeous county Mayo.
I did not know where to start... and even less where to stop.

First there were more typical scenes from the west of Ireland.
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And there was the man who grows fences.
And the sheep who hung his thermal underwear on the fence, but it never dries because of all those showers...
And there was the photo shoot on the beach and of course there was the west of Ireland clouds...