I am sick of being in a crappy internet cafe.

This damn blogger site f-s up my picture and text order everytime; plus Half the pics don't show up. this format sucks!

in and around Leh

here we have the abandoned Leh Palace. Its ramparts and windows loom over the city with an air of authority and melancholy. these meat shops always remind me of the Francis Bacon show I didn't see in NYC.

Stok Monastery

One of the many along the Indus River. The river flows north into Pakistan and the wind blows south, down from the mountians. I had forgotten just how meditative and sweeping a powerful river can be. I recently read All My Friends Will Be Stangers and there is this grand theme of flowing rivers, but I didn't quite get it until I watched the sun set over this one.

Hemis rising

Little Tibet