The stocky peregrine falcon, perched high on the sea wall, above me; radiates power and fighting prowess - like a victorious knight, strutting a medieval tournament field.
The regal hunter scrutinises the, crimson splashed, harbour; laid out, beneath his piercing glare.
Stargazer lies moored there; before the harbour side houses, and high green hillsides, of Dingle - her colours streaming in the breeze.
Meanwhile, at the harbour entrance, sun and cloud daub the seascape in light and shade. The patterns shift constantly - like the sands of time.
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Location:Green Street,Dingle,Ireland
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