Tag Archives: Tibet
Tribute Photos to a Year of Tea and Mountains – 6
Tributes to the Himalayas, its people, its spaces, and its impact Continue reading
Tribute Photos to a Year of Tea and Mountains – 4
Continued Tributes: A Father
Tribute Photos to a Year of Tea and Mountains – 2
A continuing of the epic characters, moments, and spaces of the past years in no particular order along with the requisite captions. To continue until the end of 2015…
Snow Curtains in Tibet
Winter has set in marking the end of my own season within the Himalayas and Tibet. It is time for the grand silences and deep cold – that seep into and out of the earth – to bring their annual … Continue reading
Himalayas Change – A Nomad’s Words About Mountains
A’bing of Ganzi at 4,700 meters in a tent speaking of life in the heights. “Winter no longer knows when it wants to come. It no longer comes with white snow. Now it is mainly dry. Maybe it is time … Continue reading
Himalayas’ Words – The Wolf aka, ‘The Old Master’
“Wolves are what we (nomads) fear most. They know us well and though I fear them, they are important for the land. They know how to wait and they know when to strike. My mother used to call them the … Continue reading
Immortal Words of the Mountains
Another in the series of ‘mountain immortals’ and their equally timeless words. Neema, at 89 years old, says of his days upon the Himalayas’ Tea Horse Road: “The mountains and mules had a contract with eachother. If we traders didn’t … Continue reading
Tom Carter’s China Anthology: “Unsavory Elements” – Stories of foreigners on the loose in China
Proud to be a contributor to this spirited and very ‘now’ book on China’s potent ‘present’ tense. Book now available from Earnshaw Books. Here’s what “That’s Shanghai” Magazine had to say… http://www.thatsmags.com/shanghai/article/view/14672 My own contribution inevitably centres upon the Tea … Continue reading
November – Tea Horse Road, Jalamteas Event in Toronto – November 7th, 10th
Mupa, Nyima, and Songjè – (Cloud, Sun, and Songjè)
The word for mist, clouds, and fog in many Tibetan regions is the same: mupa. Mupa is what engulfs us and sucks us all into itself and into a world of soft focused hues and biting wind. Rain slices in … Continue reading