Stormy Seas and Wild Beauty at Greystones

 Today’s walk along the shore at Greystones was something special — the kind of day where nature reminds you who’s in charge. The wind was wild and persistent, the rain pouring down, waves crashing with a powerful drama. Even in that rawness, there was beauty: I spotted a few seals bobbing through the surf, birds riding the gusts, and the sea in moods of grey, silver, and foam.

 Walking in conditions like this feels alive. The salty air mixed with the sting of rain, the wind tugging at your coat, sweeping your hair — all of it adds a fierce, unforgettable mood. The storm (though unnamed officially) transformed the coastline into something primal, something deeply moving.

When I paused and looked out over the water, I felt small, part of something much larger, with power and rhythm that a calm day simply cannot show. Rain streaked down my lens as I captured photos of the seals slipping through surf, of waves rising and collapsing, of seabirds perched on rocks, drenched and defiant.

Greystones, today, you were glorious. Storm, whatever your name, thank you for reminding me what raw beauty is like.