In the Forest.
the dark starless night.
No pools of sunshine or flickering light on the forest floor.
No singing birds.
They hang dead in line,
fluttering in the wind,
while above the trees take on a violent life.
Poems, Pictures, Ramblings.
Pagan symbols? Please send me more information.
in the coffee black loch
of my dark lens.
I rise at midnight
like the red moon,
float cream on sweet black coffee
White water lily is Nymphaea alba, Red one is the hybrid 'James Brydon'
'Love and Passion in Tantric Buddhist Art' by Nitin Kumar click below.
Fantastic 6th century tower blocks.
This was my destination, a few days walk from Barisakho but the road was still blocked by snow and it was still snowing at the
People said it was dangerous to attempt the road on foot and I waited a few days for the the road to be bull-dozed opened but it didn't happen so when I awoke to blue sky with high hopes I decided to go . Soon I met shepherds breakfasting in old Russian buildings and cheered by a horn of wine and a friendly welcome I was ready for anything.
Happy day! The road men had also set out to clear the road and gave me a lift up to their bull-dozer. This is our Russian van at at Gudani where we stopped for a smoke.
And this is the bull-dozer. I was told that you can self drive it if you are in trouble.
After a gentle trek up to the pass and fine mountain views I crossed into the next valley. The road had been cleared. Otherwise walking through deep drifts would have been very slow and difficult.
to be continued......