Early Sunday morning, hardly anyone about in Claddagh and it feels like stepping right into a black and white mystery movie.
Heavy clouds, soft drizzling rain and artificial lighting set an eerily quiet mood, anything could happen yet.
Setting the first long exposure frame, sends the mind scanning for details to focus on, anything to can translate this mood into a set of lines, shades and shadows.
Each idea calls another and with each shot a sense of satisfaction fuels the next one.
Do I feel accomplished because I like what I do or do I like what I do because of the sense of accomplishment I get when I do it?