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big mountain eats little mountain, Sucha Beskidska
Kuba, a young photographer, and I were discussing why we find real mountains more aesthetically significant than "unreal" ones of cloud, when this mist stole up behind us at about fifteen miles per hour. I took these last three shots and then my camera went dead.
Later, when my teacher asked me to move more deeply into the twist of parivrita trikonasana, I actually did so.
big mountain eats little mountain, Sucha Beskidska
Kuba, a young photographer, and I were discussing why we find real mountains more aesthetically significant than "unreal" ones of cloud, when this mist stole up behind us at about fifteen miles per hour. I took these last three shots and then my camera went dead.
Later, when my teacher asked me to move more deeply into the twist of parivrita trikonasana, I actually did so.
the end of the world
Sunrise over Wivenhoe. I'd missed my flight to Poland, and had to come back and wait for twelve hours, giving me plenty of opportunity to meditate on the foolishness of travel. Note the vapor trails pointing toward Europe, like lines on light blue stationary, upon which we might like to make a note about the end of the world. The Blair government subsidizes airplane travel, paying people like me to pollute. I finally flew, and had an amazing time studying with my teacher and with the friendly, physically tough Poles. But you can't think about such things without thinking about their condition of possibility.