I can't exactly recall the first time I read Heaney but I know as the years passed away in America I would find myself intermittently lost in one of his poems thinking of home. Hearing the "squelch and slap of soggy peat" and the shovel slice or boots stick into the wet sod earth.
Tonight I came across some I'd scanned of a trip to Indonesia in 1998. Here's a few from around the area of Lake Toba and Bukit Lawang in Sumatra. I'd gone to see the WWF Orangutan sanctuary in Bukit Lawang. Lake Toba I'd gone to for a few days, was so enthralled with the place and road weary that I ended up staying 10.
Photographing in the Western Highlands of Scotland while thinking of John Muir’s legacy and the sanctuary of mountains.