Perhaps wearily still feeling the effects of jetlag in Dublin, I really needed to escape the city for a bit.
Based on the recommendation from a local Dublin traveller, I decided to head to the village of Howth. It was meant to be a really great place for photography and just a 20 minute train ride from town.
Although just outside of the city, Howth felt a world away to me. I had been in Ireland for about 4 days at this point, but I was somehow still struggling to decide where exactly I was. The Ireland I had heard of had rolling green hills, it had fences made of stone, and it had cliffs leading down to frigid waters.
I escaped Dublin’s grasp on me to try to find that in Howth, and thankfully I did. After I did, I had wished I spent a little more of my photo trip in Ireland outside of Dublin.
Howth is a photographers dream spot. Flowing green hills embrace a busy ocean, wildflowers dance in a howling wind, and a quaint little seaside village houses a friendly people.
Photos of Howth, a region small enough to walk around in its entirety in just a day, seem to depict more than just one place. They seem to describe a cross-section of Ireland as a whole.
I spent nearly the entire day out shooting images on this little point of green land North of Dublin, and have never been more pleased to get out of a city in my life.
This a bit of a photo essay from my day exploring the village and surrounding area.
