A little like Peter Pan I get frustrated by a shadow, fall across rocks, talk to myself, shout at the sky, as I attempt to capture the raw beauty of Cruit Island and its deserted golden beaches in Donegal.
A little like Peter Pan I get frustrated by a shadow, fall across rocks, talk to myself, shout at the sky, as I attempt to capture the raw beauty of Cruit Island and its deserted golden beaches in Donegal.