The title of this post says it all really. I stayed in Sulaymaniyah for the majority of the month I was in Iraq, but there were a few trips outside the city. One of those was an epic 3-day round trip from Sulaymaniyah to Erbil and Dohuk. There were mountains the entire way, and rain storms, and dust storms, and all kinds of crazy drivers. I have about 962 mountain pictures from that one trip alone, since I was in the passenger seat, with nothing to do but take pictures while Erin drove. I filled a memory card with mountains, roads and dust. Most of my shots were crap, but this handful do a decent job of showing what it felt like to look at all that arid magnificence, from the comfort of an air-conditioned car / restaurant chair / fancy apartment complex.
I’ve spent my life in very flat places (Western Australia and Singapore), so I can’t look at a mountain without feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’ve seen a few of them over the years, mainly in the USA. Wherever the mountain though, being faced with its scale always feels monumental. It was quite something to be in Sulaymaniyah – a city flanked by two ranges – and watch the light draw those peaks and ridges differently across the day.