I’m back
My soul- errant, vagabond
snagged on a sharp rock
atop some mountain pass
flutters
finally free

Random images from July 13... walking along the Indus

alpine-like meadow

blooms tremble

streams gurgle-race to the lake

a lark trills swoops trills

yodels to first light

snow streaked mountains

khardungla:

squeals of snow-fights

Karakorum outlined

servicemen at crisp attention

camera cliks

t-shirts emblazoned “world’s highest motorable pass”

the heightened drumming of my heart

rockside temple at impossible angle

flag-decked

I exult

Tsomoriri

Skies above

dappled waters below

Cupped in the palms 

of snow-flecked mountains

Likir

perched, remote

grandeur

the end of a winding trail

I’m drawn

hazy memories, past lifetimes

lessons

blog break

more than butterflies, and tingly tension… wondering what 11k feet and 18 k feet will feel like, when the oxygen content in the air falls sharply. packing etc etc done a few times already. …next post after the 23^rd, bye…

Silonda trail with the tree group

 Sunday trail in the forest not ten minutes from the expressway...serene and beautiful and wet...

heights

Zero feet, aka sea level. And 18,000 feet. Scary difference, that.

Will the lungs take it? Survive that thin, fine air?  And the brain, given to long hours of vacant nothingness, staring into the distance, how will it weather those steeps?

We shall see.

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A final final goodbye to Google Reader. Life feels strange without it. Like an arm cut off or something. Ok, Ok, I’ve taken a backup AND switched my feeds to more than one reader. YET. Why why why do this, goliath google?

LaLa. That’s how you’d spell Tata, after reading this. Such are the perils of the profession.

http://wearethebest.wordpress.com/2013/07/02/tata-steel-the-suicide-of-charudatta-deshpande/