To say that the Cliffs of Moher is a warm and sunny place would be a lie, but it is something out of a fairytale. It was a dream to get to stand out there and gaze along the cliffs as the birds soared and the sun sank. The mist was cold and the wind even colder, yet something about it seemed magical.
These two were total troopers in the cold and I am still in disbelief that I was actual there, in Ireland, getting to photograph them. As a photographer, days like that fuel my creative soul and I long for the day that I get to take Taylor to the Emerald Isle to show her all of its beauty.
