Photographer Robert Bergmann loves the Clare coast, capturing everything from the stark beauty of the cliffs to the unassuming details of its visitors. These images are from his most recent exhibition Where Stone Meets.
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The are an iconic Irish scene, but they are not often captured in as eerily beautiful a light as they are here. The sun was barely breaking through the clouds and illuminating the mist when I took this.
While approaching the Cliffs of Moher from one evening, I had to stop to catch the last of the day’s light. It was getting more and more dramatic by the minute, and it would have been a sin to miss it.
I went for a walk one gorgeous winter day and ended up at the headland Aille Na Sharragh just as the day was ending. The sunset was so arrestingly beautiful that I lost track of time and nearly didn’t make it back before dark, which can sneak up on you in winter.
I took this photo at , and though many people believe it to be of the rocks you can see from the pier, I actually took it just around those rocks. The texture of the water is the defining factor to me in this photo – the soft smoothness of it radiates out from the image.
Stormy weather seems to draw people outside, the raw intensity of the storm striking an inner chord. In Doolin everyone headed down to the sea to watch a storm’s waves and I snapped away. I love this photo because it looks like a different planet; even the people seem alien.
I regularly visit Doolin Pier, never without my camera, and one day a car pulled up and out jumped a girl in black high-heeled boots. Off she went across the rocks toward the sea. I reckoned that was the last I would see of her in one piece, but just a little later she came back, as sure-footed as a mountain goat, with both heels still intact.
It took over a year of attempts before the weather permitted me to get this shot at Doonagore Castle. The full moon is only bright enough once every six months to take this shot, and the clouds rarely cooperate. But persistence prevailed.
A week of grey skies had me horribly impatient, but finally, the sun broke through. I went straight into the heart of the and set up my tripod while the sky and the light created a perfect panorama opportunity. Just as everything was set up, a massive black cloud blocked the sun. Driven by frustration and a bit of determination, I waited it out, and after a long half hour it all paid off. The cloud shifted, and I even got a rainbow for my troubles.
Thank my wife for this picture. One lovely May evening we were on our way back from and she suggested we take the Carron route. The light was effervescent and the way it came through the Poulnabrone Megalithic Tomb, known as the Dolmen, allowed me to capture what is still one of my all time favourite photos.