sunrise in seraj

Each word said about morning walks in the hills is the truth, whole truth, nothing but the truth. Under a high sun this tree looked like a dirge.
Desolate bereft and dry.
Come morning and it showed spring nestling in its bosom as it filled the valley.
Resurrection is always near.
Hope and withstand.

sunrise in seraj

Waking up early in the morning during stay at Shoja one has to perch oneself at high vantage point to see the morning sun plant first kiss on the lofty peaks of distant dhauladhar range.
Blush on the horizon completes the plot.

Chai garam (hot cup of tea)

Intermittent showers of sunlight were of no help at Jalori pass. Screaming and biting wind threatened to embrittle our frames and shatter like shards of glass.
This man at the dhaba (a road side place for basic food) was a messiah putting God into glass of tea.
But it was so cold
that tea
by the time it filled the glass
was already c(old) !

The play of light

Yes I'm still in Seraj valley of Himachal pradesh. It was a field day for fog. Having to put up with endless gray was not what I had bargained for. Fog was around everything. My camera grew heavier each minute, tripod grew a a leg a minute. But I walked and walked. Fog stalked and stalked.

Patience pays.

Near Jalori pass (altitude 3000 M) fog lifted for an eternity long enough for it to wrap around tree waists and for me to to click.

click

click

Eternity can be a split second register!

"such a long journey"

After their long annual voyage shepherds return home from high pastures to their homes in lower valleys.It was october and gods were preparing to send everything into a wintery abode. These new born lamb kids warmed my heart as they passed by riding mule backs.
Life lives
wherever
whenever

All waters reach home

While trekking in Seraj valley in Himachal our trail ran into a dead end. A shephrd dog accompanying us from Shoja went surveying under tall undergrowth and returned. As if declaring " it's the end of the road buddies :(
We looked around and decided to follow this song.
Soon we reached a place where we saw a pile of firewood neatly tied with a rope. Ah! human presence. We all sat down a had our packed lunch listening to nature's concert. As a thanks giving gesture I took a long exposure of this stream to make the moment more vivid.

All waters reach home.

Forestisawoman

On way to village Sejwar through a jungle
I heard a rustle (or a jingle!)
I trained first my ears
then my camera
as these women silently brushed by
their movement got recorded as spirit of the jungle

Forestisawomanisaid!