Before I go home the next day, I stop at Hell’s mouth to take some more self portraits. The sea is stormy and it is windy, but that does not keep me from balancing both myself and my camera on the ledge. I love being hit by the wind with such brute force on cliff tops and have loved it as long as I can remember, even as a kid. It somehow gives me the feeling of being alive in a very primal sense.
I can sense I am being watched by someone. As I turn back around to collect my camera and make my way back down, a man and his daughter approach me. “I was worried about you”, he says, laughing, but his eyes are sad. “See that cliff?”, he says to his daughter, pointing to where I was standing just minutes before. “She was up there! I thought she was going to fall, or jump.”
I tell him not to worry. I say, I just like feeling the wind.