Saturday, October 20, 2007

Head of the Charles



Things started to get a little sporty around the Eliot Bridge.


Lizzie is not amused.


Sunday, October 07, 2007

Sunday Walk


This bridge flies over Staple Street.



I really like this cast iron storefront, the purplish bloom on the metal in particular.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Viv and David's Wedding!























What says "We'll be together forever!" better than Journey?

Friday, May 11, 2007

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Friday, April 20, 2007

Friday, April 13, 2007

Singalila Ridge Trek


The hill station town of Darjeeling.



A man walking up a steep, steep incline with a trunk and a basket of live hens on his back.


Darjeeling women walking under the bridge that connects Glenary's Bakery to the mall.


There were many, many stray dogs in Darjeeling town.


In the bazaar were fruitmongers, cloth and clothing sellers, hair-cutters, and this man who was making jewelry with a small oil flame and hand tools.


The bright-colored stones, gateway, prayer flags, and hanging bells of the Buddhist shrine at the hilltop above Darjeeling town.


School children make their way home through the narrow bazaar at the top of Darjeeling. All the schools seemed to require British-style dress for class.


This woman was selling hot tea for three or four rupee on the street where Jeeps met travellers on their way to trailheads and nearby villages.


Starting up the trail.


These men are breaking cobbles to size with hammers and fitting them into the path.


Women laboriously carrying firewood from the uplands down to the valley villages.


Tibetan runes carved on boulders alongside the trail.


The trail passed many small villages of four or five buildings and maybe thirty people as it wound up into the foothills.


To the left the porters' shortcut winds up a steeper hillside than the main trail to the right. Whenever possible, we hiked the porters' route.

Buddhist prayer flags on pikes. There was a lot of fog almost every day, on account of a strong wind from Bengal. When the wind swung around and came from Tibet, as happened on later days in the mornings, it was crisp and clear.