"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)

A Wearied Progress

The innocence of childhood.

 The realities of toil.


The weathering of experience.

“Cursed is the ground for thy sake; in sorrow shalt thou eat of it all the days of thy life.”


Pictures taken on the same afternoon, whilst on the road in Ladakh.

2 responses

  1. Toffeeapple

    How can a living be made in such an area?

    May 6, 2012 at 10:23 pm

    • Only with great stoicism and hardship, I suspect..

      May 7, 2012 at 9:45 am

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