Goats of Llandudno
Wind whistling through the sparse gorse, we walked along the rough uneven track that wound its way along the base of the rolling cliff above us. To our left we looked out across the swelling Irish sea, watching the sky turn from blue to pink as the late autumn sun sank towards the horizon, turning small white waves into candy floss collecting in the distance around the dark hazy shape that is ...
I fell in love...
...with the Welsh landscape and left my heart there in 2019.
Union
From this link you will be able to download a pdf of my photographic project Union:https://liveaucbac-my.sharepoint.com/:b:/g/personal/mcoyne_aub_ac_uk/EWk8lgjT5dxCjKRWzh0CTHYB9zqw094QtdWoPaqGgNyo_w?e=tW528yI have been working on this for around five years. As a Scot of Irish heritage living in England, I have felt the division of the people of these islands. This work is an attempt to heal th...