In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, this slice is about a family vacation to Ireland.
My father was Irish. Very Irish. When I was a senior in high school, my family traveled to Ireland to trace our genealogy. We visited the County Westmeath archives, but also made time to do some touristy things.
One of those things was to see the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare. This was in the days before digital cameras, when you took pictures with film and hoped for the best when you got them developed. It was also before selfies, when you depended on the kindness of strangers to capture a family photograph. At the time, we didn’t realize that we’d never get the chance to travel overseas again as a family. We just wanted a nice photo of the four of us with the Cliffs in the background.
So we asked a nice stranger to take a picture. She obliged. And she took one shot, because when there are limited exposures on the roll, you don’t get to look and delete, and reshoot. You get one shot. Literally.
When we got the film developed, here is that gorgeous, frame-worthy shot.
One little caveat- when you’re standing on top of a cliff, it’s windy. This quickly became our favorite photo, so much so that we had it on display at my father’s funeral.
To all celebrating today, Slainte!