Monday, March 12, 2012

The Angry Mountains

Mountains are moody one could almost say fickle. In the high Pamirs a year's seasons could pass in an afternoon. This scene was of a small Tajik village perched 14,000ft up beneath a mountain which rose a futher 8-9,000ft. The place was cold at night, the air was thin and the villagers rosey faced as all mountain dwellers seem to be, something to do with oxygen and altitude.

I miss these scenes, rainy Istanbul (yes it's still raining here) is a challenge, still mustn't complain.

1 comment:

K Howell said...

So it's not attitude, it's altitude. Thank goodness. Pallor is the curse of the valley.

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