I had a friend (she has since passed on) who was from Europe. She also, a painter, searched far and wide for photos of animals and places from her home country of Belgium. She would always tell me that the sheep in America did not look like the sheep in Europe. When I arrived in Ireland, mistakenly thinking that there would be sheep everywhere because the Irish are famous for their knitted woolen goods, I was very surprised that I did not see any. There were plenty of cows, but no sheep, much to my consternation. I had been in Ireland almost a week and had traveled to many different areas before I finally came across this beautiful boy. He stood still, as if posing, while I took the photographs that I would need to complete this portrait of “Irish Wool”.