Do join us to sing song of snow and ice. : http://tinyurl.com/winter-ladakh
The birds fly south for the winter not because it’s cold, but because they have wings. And I go north; I love winter and that love gives me the ultimate patterns of winter life, landscape and much more to explore in highland of Himalayas.
Changpa nomad woman with her herd of pashmina goats and sheep in cold plains of Changthang during winter months.
Do join us to sing song of snow and ice. : http://tinyurl.com/winter-ladakh
The birds fly south for the winter not because it’s cold, but because they have wings. And I go north; I love winter and that love gives me the ultimate patterns of winter life, landscape and much more to explore in highland of Himalayas.
Ladakh winter, It is said that in a certain faraway highland the cold is so intense that words freeze as soon as they are uttered and after some time thaw and become audible, so that words spoken in winter go unheard until the next summer. Let's go to this winter landscape to sing a song and next summer we will come back again to listen our own song of snow and ice.
"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. " - Robert Frost
Image of Changpa nomad woman and herd of Pashmina goats & sheep, I made during last winter photography workshop in highland of Changthang - home of Changpa nomads. Do join us to sing song of snow and ice - Details - http://tinyurl.com/winter-ladakh
Herd of pashmina goats and sheep in cold plains of Changthang during winter months. They graz on icey land.
