soliloquies in the outdoors…
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 trek in Uttarakhand 🇮🇳 is high-altitude Himalayan trail from Sankri village to Janki Chatti, crossing the 4,900 metre Bali Pass 🏔️
Musing on Musk larkspur, a high altitude flower 🪻 growing between 4,300 to 5,500 metres in Himalayan and trans-Himalayan regions 🏔️…
Mountains are rocks anyway, made by vomiting volcanoes or tectonic tantrums… in their folds, the animate tries to find its inanimate roots…
One always yearns for rolling hills, perhaps it is that seeming infinite or the symmetry.. musing on mountains, hiking in the #Himalaya 🏔️
Musing on the breeding season frenzies of black redstarts, flycatchers that migrate to high-altitude Himalaya 🏔️, Markha Valley, Ladakh 🇮🇳
Amidst high mountains, flowing water’s perpetual motion contrasts with nature’s slow rhythms, offering solace in its playful innocence… hiking in the Himalaya 🏔️
Pikas bring a sense of activity to the higher climes, weaving a string of momentariness around rocks brooding in geological time… perpetually restive in their disposition as they scurry, stop and shirk, manicuring the meadows with their hurried nibbles, carving abodes beneath taluses… humbled by the mountain, yet humbling it as well… musing on a long-eared pika, Markha valley, Ladakh, India
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 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 …