Soon after I took this photograph, he stripped off his shirt and continued along, unperturbed by a flock of Petrels that bombarded him as he walked.
He loved that trip and had always wanted to visit the Hebrides and so we were delighted to be part of his journey there.
On this same trip we visited not only Harris, but Lewis in the Outer Hebrides.
Lewis, home to Callanish, the great circle of standing stones, which have been battered by such harsh winds and weather that the even the granite has yielded to the ravages of time and nature.
And yet, even still, an unsurpassed beauty silently bears witness to the life of the standing stones...
You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.
Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.
Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.