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So there I was, sitting in the car in a state of inertia.  My wife and kids had gone to the UK to see their Gran and I’m home alone in the village of Greystones, in the county of Wicklow.  I’ve spent the last few weeks on interminable doorsteps and hit a low when I realised; “wait a minute, when was the last time I actually went out and made a picture?”  Being a press photographer, quite often, the job is as much about not photographing as it is about making a picture.

So, it being a Sunday, it thought to myself; “Church, why hadn’t I gone?, again…”

It started to lash out of the heavens, the sun broke through the clouds and, all I could say was: “Thank you God.”