Photographing Wild Flowers in the Himalayas
My innate connection with nature comes to mind when I try and see why I do the things I do; like getting up at 3 AM just to get ‘there’ on time and catch the clouds drifting across the golden valley, the mists slowly engulfing those mountain tops and then disappearing, leaving a sparkling white snow capped summit as the sun peeps through the hours.
It is a sensory retreat where I engage, listen, touch, savour and smell in all of my solitude.
I am neither lost in my future plans nor a past reminiscence. In this moment, I can feel the gentle breathing of the earth beneath my feet and the vastness of the sky above my head and ‘just like that’ I know I am in a sacred place.
William Blake has it summed up in four lines:
And a heaven in a wild flower
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour
My hand written journals say this of a particular morning: ‘Of the nine blue poppy species, two (M. simplicifolia and M. horrdula) grow among the screes and scrubs of Chelela. Almost regal and solitary, these beautiful blues I imagine, are the celebrated lot of the floral world. I found my heaven in them for hours basking in the sun on that beautiful Sunday morning’.
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