K U Z U Z A N G B O L A . . .. Bhutan. There must be a reasoning for exploring this place. And for me, there is - and it's one that stretches back decades. I'll not get too far into it here, in terms of the specifics, because over course of the days, there will be revealing that will come back to that. And I'm pretty sure that it will be that, over days -- since I can't hope for any consistent access to place. Even this has been waiting for days to send across the wires. But the traveling over...

 Aloneness (10.22) | Chele La Pass, Kilagompa Nunnery I have this journal from 2005. I'd started it there on the presumption that I'd be taking that to Bhutan, finishing it in 2006. But I couldn't put the trip together, given the complexities of making it happen. There are procedures, challenges, visas, applications that are difficult for the administratively challenged. I'm one of those. Leaving Paro, driving to Chele La Pass (11.5K m), high up in the mountains, I could see this. And it was...

CHELE LA PASS | The wind, the prayer, the moon We were late, because we keep stopping; there's clearly a lot to look at; surely much of it I'd known about -- but seeing it, it's wonder making -- driving up into the interminable mountains, things getting darker. And darker. Forest looming black. And I was chilled from the climb to the nunnery, perched high in the mistbound cliffs. Now, wind ripping in the forests -- and the typical roadside workers -- who come and disappear like ghosts,...

In the blazing heat of the midday sun of Delhi, I'd explored the tombs of Humayn, preserved under the Aga Khan preservation trusts, as well as the UNESCO archaelogical and global cultural treasures collections. Like Angkor Wat, the site is slowly being restored, details repaired, and protections assured. And like Angkor, and many other sites in the UNESCO world heritage programs, this one is all about alignments, geometries in the siting that are powerful and uplifting; with my handy Suunto...

India. Delhi. Day one. 10.21.07 The one and most powerful opening character is surely the people. Spending the day with them, watching them, walking among them -- mostly the profoundly impoverished, there is still a kind of savoring of what they are, what they have --what little they have, and living in that -- that is still very beautiful. There's a kind of serenity there -- among many of them. I'd heard of it, that spirit; but now I've seen it. It's a little after 2am, Monday morning. Will...

Lightgrasper P h y s i c a l l i q u i d i t y 10 . 13 . 07 The presents of light, light in presence -- is something that I visualize, as liquid. And I think of a lot of things being liquid, flowing from one -- being fluid things. Like an idea -- it's liquid; and if you visualize it flowing from one, to another, it's grasped and held like fire that you mold and watch, in transformations. Form, physical form is endlessly transforming; it's just that we don't visualize it that way. We see...

There is a blessing, that calls to the heart of the place, the heart of the person and the heart of the offering. And it's all ways about that, isn't it -- the heart of it; the spirit found and the finding of it? And my office, my working space, the blessing of it, the blessing of the work and the place that I'm working. That work, that found, that finding...Blessings by Lama Jingme. I'm wishing well, in every thing, well -- wishing. And heading out to India and Bhutan, tonight... Photos by...

The architecture of silence. ---- 3.55am | d e c a t u r i s l a n d This morning, the world was so silent. And I wondered, where is anyone? Any one. And there was no one. It was just that, profoundly quiet. So quiet, that there was barely a sound anywhere. No breeze, no shuffling leaves, no shuttering barked skin on the Madronas, no; there were no licking waves -- and nothing in the air, flying; some distant jet, some night bound airplane sputtering along. No thing. I contemplated that, the...

In walking, wandering -- that other side of the work, the world, I do like getting out, getting a way, being some place else. Being over there. And I savor the storm. I am that, storm seeker. Because on the edge of any storm is the light. By any call, there's a cracking of brilliant light, in the curled clouds the thunderhead, stormbringer. Light emerges. And so does my spirit. ---- Photos by Tim Girvin

Looking at light and pattern, I see a figure... Rain comes to St. Louis in great sheets of water, coursing, flooding, running. And last night, after returning from St. Charles, a storm emerged of fabulous magnitude. Lightning. Thunder. Gales. Driving back, it ran so densely I could barely see where I was going. I even drove off the road, sort of, since I couldn't tell where the actual street was. And I was the designated driver... Being a storm lover, I had to be out in it. Shooting. ----...