by Mason Screech, hoooonk, honk…we are slowly making our way through the bustling streets of Kathmandu in a cramped taxi. The traffic in this city is very extreme. The streets are filled with vendors, motorcycles, people, buses, dogs, trucks and... Continue Reading →
by Shannon My breath always hitches as I make my way to Lal Baba’s little room, now a covered stone porch with make-shift plywood walls. Will he still be alive? Is someone caring for him? Will he remember me? When... Continue Reading →
by Shannon “The trees were bending like tall grass in a storm, lying almost completely on the earth then springing back. Every time I stood, I was thrown down to the ground. Big rocks were rolling down from the mountain.... Continue Reading →
by Mason Walking up stone steps through terraced fields, we make our way to the Kami hamlet. Kamis are a specific group in Nepal that work with metal. They are part of the caste known as the Dalits or untouchables. This means that... Continue Reading →
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 →
Bueno Ramro 