I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Photo: Long Strand, Co. Cork.
Nikon D7000, 35mm, f8, 1/500 sec, ISO 125