For 427 years, Stari Most joined Mostar. In 1993 it fell into the Neretva; in 2004 it rose again, stone by careful stone. But rebuilding a bridge is easier than rebuilding what it carried. Part II of a series on bridges.
For 427 years, Stari Most joined Mostar. In 1993 it fell into the Neretva; in 2004 it rose again, stone by careful stone. But rebuilding a bridge is easier than rebuilding what it carried. Part II of a series on bridges.
Standing with my son at the edge of Sarajevo’s Latin Bridge, where two bullets set the 20th century on fire, I could almost smell the gunpowder. Part 1 of a five-part series on bridges — what they join, what breaks them, and why we must keep building them.
Just like the real thing, it's taken me a while to make this full virtual climb of Everest a reality. But, we're finally there! Well, via the Southeast Ridge at least, and part of the West Ridge. And, a nice view from the Pang La pass in Tibet - from Nyonno Ri to Shishapangma - […]
September 10, 2006, Diraphuk Gompa on the Kailash Kora, Ngari Prefecture, Tibet Gentle murmurings, soft, subtle, almost lost, camouflaged by a Himalayan breeze and squawks from goraks (Tibetan ravens). I sat and watched, quietly, trying not to disturb, not to invade their sacred space. The mother and daughter prostrated repeatedly - standing, then kneeling, then […]
September 25, 2000 - Near Pethang Ringmo, Tibet Note: I began writing this post a couple days ago while, interestingly, waiting out a storm in the Colorado high country above Fairplay. I didn’t know then that there were many trekkers stuck in the Kangshung Valley. I wish them well, and safe returns, and also send […]
mount everest, Mountains of Memories, Tibet
Read MoreYears ago, I was wandering with Pete McBride through trash piles on the outskirts of Rishikesh, India. We were filming the final bits of our film Holy (un)Holy River, and had come to the local dump to document the effluvia seeping from it into the nearby, sacred Ganges River. We knew what to expect: a […]
india, joy, perspective, Thursday Thought
Read MoreOctober 8, 2013, Jajmau, Kanpur, Uttar Pradesh, India My eyes watered, nose ran, lungs burned. I wasn’t sick, but I sure felt like it. We’d spent the day wandering through Jajmau, a “suburb” of Kanpur - the Manchester of the East - and touring its tanneries. Lying just south of sprawling Kanpur, Jajmau is the […]
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