18 October, 1986
Today i walked to Nagarkot, on the north-east valley ridge. i meandered along paths, besides streams and up long hills of forest. It has been one of the most enjoyable days i have spent, taking many inspirational photographs.
The early bus from Kathmandu to Bhaktapur passed through rice fields and pockets of houses with small hillocks everywhere. Bhaktapur is a mediaeval town with narrow streets of crumbling brick buildings in orange and brown tones.
The magic started about three kilometres out of town. i was off the beaten track and seeing the most incredible visions of beauty, golden terraced hills of rice, groups of people harvesting in the fields, and girls scattering husks to the wind.
Time travel exists. Past, present and future are integrated into an everlasting and ever changing process of birth, life and death. i can never understand why people fail to accept that the greatest imaginable elements of existence are within and around them. The variety and creativity of nature, and man living complimentary to it, cannot be surpassed.
Perhaps it is difficult for the west to comprehend the esoteric knowledge that is the foundation of Eastern customs and beliefs. Individual perceptions and interpretations through the elementary senses are personal and powerful. It is not surprising that conflict arises from the righteousness of self.
No self, no conflict, no suffering.
Today i walked through the valley of visions.
Tonight i sleep with the gods.
My body grows older.
My mind becomes wiser.
But when i re-read my thoughts, they do not say or convey the intrinsic changes that take place in the mind. My photos are externalisations. Is a picture worth a thousand words? It need not be, as long as it gives a smile on the face of the viewer.
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