dhauladhars.

curioser and curioser.

sunday.

reads.

and on.

fir se dilli.

dilli.

don mccullin.

all lovely, but this is today's.

hocvs pocvs.

CMT

own.

'Is it tired you are, stranger?' said one girl. I was walking very slowly, to pass the time before my return to the east.

'Bedad, it is not, little girl,' I answered in Gaelic, 'It is lonely I am.'

'Here is my little sister, stranger, who will give you her arm.'

synge.

peress.

night.

literateur.

miltonists make me happy.
:)

on summertime and related.

The Year the Rice-Crop Failed

“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things - air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” - Cesare Pavese