Is a tribute to the quiet guardians of the western hills I fell in love with while staying there last year. Where the golden light lingers on the rugged landscape. Sheep stand as timeless sentinels, woven into the fabric of the land, their presence as steadfast as the mountains and sea. Bathed in the fading glow of dusk, the embody the soul of the wild and storied place, keepers of traditions, keepers of home.
