The clarity of a Clare wave reveals a golden treasure.

                                            To be pure as a wave and always travel before the wind.

It seems as if no creature can survive this white inferno as these trashed waters leave no faith to navigate.

Rolling silver out of green, blue and air.

Winged eyes scout from their lofty refuge with hungry beaks and pin sharp striking claws.

Colliding backwash.

The sun shines deep into the nebulae, revealing the origin of the jets.

Spot the seagulls.

Where the seabed rises the monster waves trip and begin to lean forwards.

The approach erupts into torrential surges of raw and savage fury.

And then, after a hard day's work, the sea sets as quietly as the sun.

I live in my van at the edge of the ocean, ten metres from the high water line and sometimes a lot less. I have a dolphin at my doorstep, a rockièra in my backyard and an inexhaustible supply of waves. I am where I want to be, I breathe with the sea and live by the tide. I run a website, 'Dolphin Address' since 2002 about 'Dusty', a solitary dolphin I swim with off the coast of West Ireland. My address is www.janploeg.nl These photographs are a selection from an album of 60 pages. For detailed information contact info@janploeg.nl