SLV = San Luis Valley; I tend to spent my time in its northern part on the Colorado side (Alamosa, Moffat, Crestone, Great Sand Dunes National Park,…), rather than on the (Taos, etc.) southern New Mexico end of this “largest alpine valley in the world.”
Previous photo- & region-related blogposts were:
- More Southern Colorado Photos (earlier in April 2014)
- !–> New Painting: ‘Prayers for Fukushima’ (Painted in Crestone, couple months after returning from Japan, March 2014)
- More Utah & Colorado Photos (March 2014)
- Near Zapata Falls, Southern Colorado (couple photos) (Feb. 2014)
- !–> Stupas in Crestone (Oct. 2013)
- !–> From ‘Human Planet’ Photos, to the Altai Mountains, to that 1927 Koko Nor’s UFO Sighting,… (Re. some ‘similar energies’ in some areas of Central Asia; written during a rainstorm in March 2012)
Some more recent photos from the Northern San Luis Valley, Southern Colorado:
I don’t go there very often as its at the very southern end of a long dead-end dirt road, but when I do it, the sight, silence and energy is timelessly beautiful and inspiring: ‘The Karmapa Stupa’ at KTTG (http://www.kttg.org/):
The relics inside this stupa include those of:
- The Buddha
- Sixteenth Karmapa
- Kalu Rinpoche
- Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
- Jamgon Kongtrul Lodro Thaye
- Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche
- Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche
- Jamgon Kongtrul Rinpoche III
Going down a dirt road flanked by Tibetan Buddhist prayer flags… iPod on Shuffle picks “The Carnaval is Over’ by Dead Can Dance…
The storm clouds gathering,
Moved silently along the dusty boulevard.
Where flowers turning crane their fragile necks
So they can in turn
Reach up and kiss the sky.
They are driven by a strange desire
Unseen by the human eye
Someone is calling.
I remember when you held my hand…
Later on that same day (earlier in this week), seen from just north of Moffat, CO:
Turning back to Crestone… Awe:
For closing, a poem:
Clouds Gather Upon Clouds
by Rabindranath Tagore (Translation by Snehendu B. Kar Geetabitaan)
Clouds gather upon clouds
and darkness speads,
Oh, why do you keep me waiting
alone by the door?
On my workdays,
I’m busy with many chores
amongst countless strangers,
today – I just sit and wait
only in your anticipation.
If you do not appear,
if you choose to ignore me,
tell me how may I bear
these endless rainy hours.
I keep my eyes wide open,
my gaze fixed on the horizon
my mind weeps and roams
with this ominous rainstorm.