They seem far away now, but I still remember the mountains.
A different way of life
There will be no French ciders to drink by the foot of the Andes. And it won’t be a 60 … More
I learned a lot in the mountains, I tell them as we are sitting at the wooden table. Mainly I … More
Sorrow on the other side of the world
I try to take stock. Live in the moment. But I know my thoughts are at the foothills of Himalaya … More
Why don’t you write a book about mountains?, he asks me And I think of my fingers against the rock … More
Come here, you say and every cell in my body responds as I lay underneath the sleeping bags in the … More
A bruised body and a silent mind
I came back from the mountains with a bruise on my back and as the days past in the city … More
A walk down memory lane
Going through my photos from my latest trip. I miss my mountains and horses.