by Celia Mason, mom, dad and I sit in a circle watching intently as our teacher Man Bahadur dai patiently shows us how to weave bamboo baskets. He has been making these baskets for nearly fifty years, since his month-in-law... Continue Reading →
by Celia Red, green, yellow, blue, white. Fire, water, earth, sky, air. Prayer flags flutter in the wind sending blessings to the heavens. A white dome, shrouded in offerings. Golden grass waving in the breeze. Behind it all, the tall... Continue Reading →
by Mason Leaves flutter and stalks sway. A man cuts a piece of bamboo to make a basket. In Nepal, this amazing grass has had many different uses for generations. It is still used for clothing, furniture making, and even... Continue Reading →
by Tim The world’s most iconic landscapes and ecologies are still thankfully inhabited by vernacular cultures. Humans continue to follow caribou migrations in the arctic north, or to build villages from the Amazon forest and then let them decompose entirely... Continue Reading →
A Family Journey Through the Senses I see the mountains peeking out from the clouds, Swaying trees, leaping monkeys, fluttering birds, steady feet on stone stairs, A carpet of purple ephemeral flowers whose name we do not know, Lush mosses... Continue Reading →
Confessions of a Monkey Thief by Tim I’ve done this so many times before, but each time I get a little nervous. The food is right there on the table. It’s almost too easy. That woman, innocently eating her chatpate. Delicious chatpate.... Continue Reading →
Together with dear old friends Rishi Bhandari and Christy Sommers, we embarked on a couple of wildlife-tracking adventures that gave a small glimpse into the bodiversity of this area. Christy inspired us to have a go at bird photography as... Continue Reading →
by Shannon It’s early morning and the fog is thick, visibility no greater than 5 meters. Figures emerge out of the mist, silhouettes on bikes, women carrying jugs impossibly balanced on their heads, water buffalo heading out to the grasslands... Continue Reading →
by Tim Beneath the fields of yellow flowers lie layers of storied soil. Yearly depositions from the Karnali River, scooped and scoured from the Himalayas and carried ever downward. The clay rests around two meters down, beneath the crops and... Continue Reading →
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