Local young monk at Chumphu Nye. Sometimes you see young monks living in these remote monasteries and you wonder how their childhood is so different than yours. And then the next thing you see is them making paper airplanes and making a ruckus in the back during the prayer hours.
Gokyo Ri, 5400m, sunrise. Maybe the hardest morning of my life, physically. The first time I’ve ever given up really on a hike and had to turn around. The altitude was holding me back in every way possible until I eventually broke and couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t reach the summit of this ridge, a huge defeat in my mind that will be a constant reminder that I’m not invincible, and that I do have a limit. So although this photo may be portrayed as calm and serene, when I look at it I am reminded of the overwhelming pain I was feeling. Frantic, uncomfortable, cold, vulnerable.
Queen of Hills for a reason....
Magic is... autumn colours + snow-capped mountains 😍 🍁❄
If you’ve been trekking through Nepal, especially the hike to Everest Base Camp, you’ll recognize these bridges. I loved crossing over them. My trekking roommate/hiking buddy did not enjoy the swaying over rocks & creaking of hinges as you pressed onto the grated metal flooring. She had an anxious feeling crossing over each one. I felt the opposite, I would close my eyes & smile as the wind would rush over my face. An octave higher than the squeaky chains was the soft, humming that the prayer flags would make as the flap in the breeze. I always seemed to be right in front of a herd of yaks hurriedly crossing over so I never could relish in the peacefulness too long, but I would stand there swinging with the Himalayan wind all day if I could💨
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree,
Why do ye fall so fast?
Your date is not so past
But you may stay yet here awhile
To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
What! were ye born to be
An hour or half’s delight,
And so to bid good night?
’Twas pity Nature brought you forth
Merely to show your worth And lose you quite.
But you are lovely leaves, where we
May read how soon things have
Their end, though ne’er so brave:
And after they have shown their pride
Like you awhile, they glide Into the grave.