"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Strange Confluence

A confluence of colour,

Of rivers

And geometries.

The contrast of light and shade,


A meeting of land and sky,

The occasional harmonies of monks and music,

The fusing of health and safety,

And the fellowship of friends in need.
All were encountered as we travelled on to Darjeeling.


..”Strange friend,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn.”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also..

From “Strange Meeting” by Wilfred Owen.

5 responses

  1. Toffeeapple

    Such colour saturation, especially the turquoise drums with the multi coloured bases. Stunning.

    October 9, 2011 at 3:54 pm

    • I think it might have been the most colourful of all the monasteries we visited. But maybe the brightness of that day contributed..

      October 9, 2011 at 4:10 pm

  2. I like traveling to Darjeeling. Even if vicariously through photos.

    October 9, 2011 at 8:01 pm

    • It’s a great journey, Glynn. You’d enjoy the real thing too!

      October 9, 2011 at 9:04 pm

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