Spiti/Skopelos

Spiti Valley (Northern India) and Skopelos (Greece). Photos loaded mixed together when they uploaded, and this is the order they came out in. :)

Παναγία (pannagia - Mary's name day) dinner at my nouna's (godmother's) house. 

 Ash and I in Spiti.

 dad + heaps of Greek food

 fig and grape harvest

 Papou, path to beach.

 Ash, side of mountain surrounding Tabo, Spiti

olive

 street cats of Glossa, Skopelos

 Sunita Didi, Ash, Tabo

 

 Monasteraki

Gue Monastery

 anarchy in the village

 Aphrodite, my cuddle buddy

 caves, mountain

 dad + ouzo

 woman + River

 trunk faces

 sia - wild rose

legs crossed? 

 sica leaf

faces in the mountain

greek mountain tea (sage)

 Yiaya: fig-drying preparation

 outrage in athens

 sleeping spot, Sumoong

 figs drying

 acropolis

 emily

 papou

 granny panties

 sica in the rain

aphrodite

 faces in the rock, nako to sumoong

trek to summing

 ancient greek scripts

 

 Pema

 Tibet

Rainer Maria Rilke

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening... 

Rainer Maria Rilke