Thursday, December 6, 2012


Bhimakali Temple in Sarahan, an archive of mountains, a funeral procession down the side of a mountain to take a body to be cremated, tiny fires, smoke in the afternoon, cement factories, new piles of cement, young hippies at the temple, sleeping dogs overlooking the mountain, a small conversation with laura about cement, a desire to visit the jaypee cement factory, more smoke and a drive home that felt like we were in a snow globe made of stars. stars above and then below lights in the hills, so it was dark black everywhere except for the tiny dots of light as far as the eye could see. no moon.

Dark Landscape


Young boy, local bus


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