sheep in the irish hills
One of my goals in going to Ireland was to capture sheep on the hills. While this wasn’t the bright white sheep on the stunningly green hills I had imagined, this sheep was perfect. The long wool blowing in the breeze, a sheep that wasn’t troubled by the blustery weather or the people watching it eat…the whole scene was perfect in it’s own way and reminds me that our reality, doesn’t always look how we envisioned. Sometimes, it’s much, MUCH better.
One of my goals in going to Ireland was to capture sheep on the hills. While this wasn’t the bright white sheep on the stunningly green hills I had imagined, this sheep was perfect. The long wool blowing in the breeze, a sheep that wasn’t troubled by the blustery weather or the people watching it eat…the whole scene was perfect in it’s own way and reminds me that our reality, doesn’t always look how we envisioned. Sometimes, it’s much, MUCH better.
One of my goals in going to Ireland was to capture sheep on the hills. While this wasn’t the bright white sheep on the stunningly green hills I had imagined, this sheep was perfect. The long wool blowing in the breeze, a sheep that wasn’t troubled by the blustery weather or the people watching it eat…the whole scene was perfect in it’s own way and reminds me that our reality, doesn’t always look how we envisioned. Sometimes, it’s much, MUCH better.