I'm almost finished my current rotation in Dingle, so today was my penultimate drive down an unexplored road. This one lead up a steep hill through a farmed forest to a locked gate. Just as I was starting to regret my choice the sun came out from behind a cloud, and the telegraph poles turned white. As soon as I saw it happen I knew that this would be a monochrome picture; sort of Ansel Adams, only more provincial.
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