Introducing the magic and deeply touching Skellig Islands, off the Irish Atlantic coast, where once few brave Christian monks roamed, now undoubtely ruled by Puffins, supported by few brave sea plants; probably thanks to this human reign, fertilizing the poor rock soil. Seeing the brow raising behaviour of some tourists (a vain Continental couple dropping backpacks during an endless portrait shoot on 6th century stones, another European couple comfortably planting their ignorant butts to have lunch in these frail pioneer plants) , perhaps it would be better off left to nature again. Anyways, what really moved me was the idea how monks came here, surviving in the raw elements of salt, sea, wind on an seemingly inhabitable rock; and nature blooming from this presence; apparently we do not only destroy, but create ecology too. Could’ve stayed there for days.
Whilst cycling on the Veluwe, Holland’s largest nature area, I was satisfied to have brought my camera, despite thinking I wouldn’t shoot anything today. Came across a herd of brave horses living in the wild on a forest plane, enduring the seasons. I kneeled and sat in the grass, to win trust and approach them, make nice close ups, and look for nice angles and light. As I was observing and spending time with these friendly souls, it was nice to almost feel a part of the herd, see their sights, smell the same forest smells, with there being nothing but nature, and nothing digital but my camera.