Mountain and Stars

Stars shine over Tarsar Lake in the Himalayas.

Wildflower Wednesdays: Forget Me the Flowers

Ne m'oubilez pas. (On love stories and flowers.)

The Dying of the Light

So I begin my series of photographs from our Kashmir trek.

Wildflower Wednesdays

Our hike in the Himalayas last August was not defined by its birds, surprisingly enough. Rather, it was defined by its flowers. I tend to avoid flowers, except when as an attraction for butterflies, as a photography subject: stationary plants seem too easy, too facile. But the sheer range we saw in the mountains made…

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One More Sound for One More Lovely Thing

I think I am in love with the mountains, in all their forms - the breathless immediacy of Himalayan forests, the desolate rocky crags of the Great Rift Valley, the blushing greenery of Japanese hills, and now the snow-capped peaks of the Pyrenees. It is hard to explain what it is about them. The snaking…

Holy Ground

The Benedictine monastery of Santa Maria de Montserrat is old. The mountain it's on - Montserrat (which means jagged peak) - has been of religious focus since pre-Christian times, home to a Roman Venus temple. It was by 880 the first monastery on the site was built, but it was in the 12th century the…