For a few moments, we see the gods look down….
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For a few moments, we see the gods look down….
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For me “fresh” doesn’t really mean signs of Spring like melting snow or fresh flowers. In pollution-choked Kathmandu, fresh is the quality of the air, and visiting a place where the plants are green and not coated in dust. The good news is that an hour drive out of the city takes you out of the valley’s smoggy haze and into a cleaner, fresher environment. And although I was tempted to do a Nepali interpretation of “fresh” with wonderful mountain views, my mind kept going to South Africa where we visited this Christmas. Oh, the fresh air, bracing winds, sparkling, sunny, blue skies, and freezing cold waters that clear out your lungs and take your breath away! Now that’s fresh!… Here’s a late afternoon walk we took along Cape Town’s, Cammp’s Bay in December:
Buddhist prayer flags are a common sight here, strung dramatically from temples, or from tree to tree. A way of promoting peace, the wind blows over the prayers printed on the flags and spreads their message through the air, purifying it. The flags become permanent fixtures of the environment, aging just as with all life, and new flags go up alongside, symbolizing change and renewal. The old ones stay up, they never come down until they rot to the ground. Even then, they cling to fences or lay wherever the wind blows them. The visitor may leave, but his prayers remain blowing on the breeze. Gone but not forgotten.
How do you depict “angular” in a country where straight lines aren’t the norm? Where modern buildings are more higgledy-piggledy than angular? Here urbanization is not planned or designed so much. Where are the straight lines?
It stumped me for a bit and the most obvious came to mind…angles indeed!
Not to mention the angular traditional architecture:
And even nature’s little creatures can throw up some interesting artistic angles too:
I loved these two grasshoppers who seemed to be having a quiet meditative moment together.
For other “minimalist” entries, see this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge: Minimalist

Rappelling down a boulder with a rope. The only caving “convenience” on offer during the whole caving experience.
In the northern part of Luzon island in the Philippines is Sagada in the Mountain province. The town attracts a small amount of adventure tourism, including caving. I had never done anything like it before. We were inside an underground cave for approximately 2 hours and descended about 200 metres. What made this cave experience unlike any other was that it was left completely natural inside. No gravel path ways, signs, concrete steps or taped music. And no lighting….save a kerosene lamp. Just slippery limestone and marble pathways that needed bare feet to travel safely, lots of bats, even more bat shit, and the darkness! Truly a descent into the unknown. For the full story see my earlier post, Caving in Sagada.
See other entries for this weeks photo challenge here.
For other Refraction entries see this week’s Weekly Photo Challenge
Sitting from a terrace, looking out to the Himalayas is the most dreamy scenario I can possible imagine:
Especially when the valley below is hidden by clouds that look like an etheral lake:
A completely dream-like vision. This cat obviously thought so too!
For more dreamers see: Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreamy
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