Musings on forests 🌳🌲 and the tumult of countless natural processes brewing beneath their static facade… meadows at Devsu, Uttarakhand 🇮🇳…
Forests in their fecund reveries…
Tag: hiking
Fire and ice – a pore on twilight…
Fire and ice atop stoic summits is an intriguing interplay, for the fire doesn’t burn and the ice tends to warm… the light is forever in flux while the ice is a statis in perpetuity… twixt the two, the notions of time stand flummoxed… dawn and dusk, both extremities bestowed with a benevolent sun, one …
Bali Pass – saunter up and tumble down…
Bali Pass trek in Uttarakhand 🇮🇳 is high-altitude Himalayan trail from Sankri village to Janki Chatti, crossing the 4,900 metre Bali Pass 🏔️
Mountains and distant colours…
Mountains are rocks anyway, made by vomiting volcanoes or tectonic tantrums… in their folds, the animate tries to find its inanimate roots…
Rolling hills…
One always yearns for rolling hills, perhaps it is that seeming infinite or the symmetry.. musing on mountains, hiking in the #Himalaya 🏔️
Deserts and a night ponder…
Deserts, embodying deep time, and contradictions in the contrast between day and night… musing on deserts, a walk up to Mount Sinai, Egypt
Flux down the mountain…
Amidst high mountains, flowing water’s perpetual motion contrasts with nature’s slow rhythms, offering solace in its playful innocence… hiking in the Himalaya 🏔️
Kang Yatse 1 – Icy domes and dusty roads
There’s stasis on the face of it as one looks at the panorama from a mountaintop on a clear morning… all the snow-covered peaks and glaciers spewing out of their cold slopes brooding deep till the sun warms them up into frothing rivers down below… somewhere between the transition of ice into water, the elements …
Clouds in a benevolent mood…
Clouds have this dichotomy of sorts, they can choose to dump their wares upon a hapless wayfarer and be at the receiving end of his million curses, or they can just prefer to hang out harmlessly, keeping him guessing… on higher climes, ‘tis more often than not a race against the clouds than time in …
Meadows in an afternoon ire
Meadows for the most part are a release, either from the claustrophobia of canopies, or the tiring, involuntary ballets of moraines and glaciers… colourful tapestries that seem as close to utopia as one can get, expanses and imaginations unbridled, hope taking wings to the horizon… ‘tis where the waters frolic, exulting over their escape from …