It was such a beautiful place. Rolling green mountains and ancient towns, a luxury train journey that spanned the small island. Castles in Kumomoto. Horror and history in Nagasaki. Seascapes, volcanoes, and abandoned islands made of concrete. And now, three earthquakes that have rocked and shifted things. I was planning this blog as a simple celebration of my time there when they happened. Just outtakes from my journey. Simple, unassuming. And I’m going to keep it that way. Any words I could think of would be too small and insignificant in the face of this tragedy. So here’s a small glimpse into the Kyushu I saw and loved and will return to, hopefully sooner than later.
from swerve of shore 