Pigeons swoop about the Jama Masjid mosque.
Birds diving about with the greatest of ease.
The pillars at the Red Fort in Delhi.
Traveling has made me realize how much opportunity that we pass up with out dull building tops.
My camera is starting to die.
There are many things I don't understand in India. This short play starring a man in white face is one of those things.
Performing a field survey of weeds in rice fields.
The sunset is pretty nice from on top of the world.
Mussouri seems to just spill down the mountainside everywhere.
Sometimes you can see the Dun valley bellow - sometimes the smog makes it look like I am on a mountain rising right out of the sea.
The foothills of the Himalayas roll to the horizon, then go up.
A little chicken under a little house with turquoise all around.
Mussouri is just a big quilt of rusty buildings spilling down a hill side.
The sunsets in Mussouri are pretty nice, I guess.
Anything can happen in the street in India (except for men and women holding hands, apparently). Here are some chilis geting all dried out by the mountain sun.
For clothes to surive this country they have to be strong. Beaten in rivers, hung out to face the harsh sun.
There are monkies everywhere in Mussouri. These ones are eating trash - in the cutest way possible to eat trash.
This tiger skin is 125 years old and rests in a colonial style hotel at Cloud End in the foothills of the Himalaya. My bum is only sticking out because I couldn't reach a good place to set my camera. Yeah.
A little temple upon big Benog Hill outside Mussouri.
You're supposed to ring this bell while saying a prayer. Instead I ran my head into it while getting something out of my backpack and fell to the ground with my ears ringing.
Such lovely tridents you have.
Below this flag was a small cave with Hindi statuary. They didn't photograph well.
A view of the moon going down at sunrise from my loast morning on top of the world in Mussoorie.
A little house with a slightly larger cactus in the Nek Chand Rock Garden.
I worked at the American Folk Art Museum in New York for a little bit. They liked the work of Nek Chand, an Indian artist with strange habits. This is part of his enormous and way trippy rock garden.
I really like this cat mosaic.
These horses were giant.
Statues of monkeys aren't quite as good as real monkeys, but nonetheless cute.
Nice palm trees rest in the sun in road side rest areas.
Yeah, the Golden Temple is pretty. It's got 750 tons of gold on it. It better be.
Sun rise takes just as long as it takes for my butt to fall asleep.
A delightful orange fishy fish in the bathing, drinking, fish, moat-pond.
Pilgrims making the big loop around the temple.
In the kitchen of the Golden Temple thousands and thousands of chapati are made by the volunteers to feed to pilgrims for free.
I am not quite sure what this woman was doing outside of the mess hall, but it was quiet and beautiful.
The Sikh faith takes a bit from Hinduism and Islam. Their architecture does too. Lots of spires.
A temple is always a stone's throw away.
Yeah, that's right. Erin and I are having a sword fight with flaming swords.
I take wheat very seriously. So does Punjab.
Yeah! Wheat! Yeah! I love that stuff! Let's make it brass and put it on a pedestal!
