a collection of ramblings
"In a landscape characterized by its tight-knit isolation, where things change, literally, glacially if at all, the transient population of tourists are the ones with the impacts that linger far beyond their ephemeral visits."
"This was probably the longest time I was staying somewhere this small."
“In every direction something loomed; it was easy to think us pioneers, completely alone in a landscape nearly ethereal.” Life on the pasture.
Those peaks would be 6000 meters high—the length of a cross country race run vertically away my island-bound comprehension. I shivered at the thought, and at the knowledge soon I would be there, too, above it all.
My aunt and uncle and I are eight hours away from the heavy gray blotch where Delhi hides. We’re one thousand and three hundred meters up, high enough to see through the plains, the silver river winding like a question mark through, low enough that thick forests surround our upward drive. I’ve spent three days… Continue reading Castles in the Air: Gap Year Week 22
I am learning to look down as well as up lately.
Stars shine over Tarsar Lake in the Himalayas.
The stars in the Himalayas are infinite.
A tea party at the water's edge.
One morning, we found a rainbow.
somewhere up a tree 