Shoriatpur Clay Village

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Plaster Molds

 

 Sweet Sketches!

 

 

 

 Clay in Courtyard

 

 Fishnet Weights . . . and Leaves

 

 Pot and Pond

 

 

More Fishnet Weights

 

 

 Clay Foundation

New Years Day: Morning Glory - The Descent

Wowed on New Years Morning















The moon on New Years Morn














Sunrise on New Years Morn


































Vignettes from the walk down the "hill"













For Jodi






On the way up.








On the way down.

New Years Eve: Full Moon, Blue Moon, Eclipsed Moon

It was so freezing cold that after our big foggy hike all we really wanted to do was huddle around the fire, but I just happened to go outside as the sky started clearing up revealing an amazing full moon. Not only was it a full moon but it was a blue moon (the second one in a month) and unbeknownst to me from 12:10 a.m. to 1:30 a.m. there was also a lunar eclipse. I think I saw it in my dreams. Tee hee.

New Years Eve: Foggy Ascent

I told him we were entering Middle Earth








The fog made it feel quite Hobbitly for some reason.





























Sweet pure snow . . . ahh! The magic!






























The Indian border.







Walking in fog all day was exhilarating and beautiful but there was always the nagging feeling that we were missing the vista of the Himalayan mountains. Somehow the fog heightened my senses and I noticed a lot of small things that I might otherwise have missed.



















A cheese (paneer) press







The sweet smell of pine







Rich textures







Weathered beauty








Hospitality of the proffered chair







The warmth of the kitchen





















Hanging on to life . . . by a thread







The beauty of the handmade and the hand making is breathtaking at times . . . in it's simplicity and unassuming backwater normalcy.














Tea . . . the great bringer-together of cold people.




























Keeping warm.







Friends





























For those crazy about machines. Old UNICEF Landrovers from the 50's.







Finally at our destination.







Goodbye decade!