The Thick Night Sky / by Kevin Voegtlin

It's serene, sitting on the open ocean under a starless Indonesian night, the blackness of the sky and sea forged seamlessly together, the deep horizon only exposing itself momentarily through purple strikes of lightning. The boatmen sit closely by, their clove cigarettes burning sweetly, the soft chatter of a language so foreign your mind effortlessly drifts off in the thick night air.  -Mentawai Islands, Indonesia. July 2010

It's serene, sitting on the open ocean under a starless Indonesian night, the blackness of the sky and sea forged seamlessly together, the deep horizon only exposing itself momentarily through purple strikes of lightning. The boatmen sit closely by, their clove cigarettes burning sweetly, the soft chatter of a language so foreign your mind effortlessly drifts off in the thick night air.

-Mentawai Islands, Indonesia. July 2010