Dún an Óir, Cape Clear Island, CorkThe Golden Fort. That's the translation of Dn an ir, and on this particular evening it earned every letter of it. The ruin sits right on the turning tip of Cape Clear Island, exposed to whatever the Atlantic decides to throw at it. This evening, that was plenty. I was set up on dark, lichen covered rocks in the foreground, slippery and not exactly confidence inspiring. But the composition was right, that jagged rock leading the eye out to the