Sunday, July 27, 2014


I am climbing a familiar mountain, I have been here before.  This mountain exists only in dreamtime, but I have climbed it many times, I am well versed in it's trails.  I can see the rise of snow approaching, I know the difficult part is just around the corner.  We stop for the night and Ali is there, he makes some phone calls and anticipates a delay. I am annoyed, I want to continue climbing. I want to arrive at the cold and snowy peak.

I am in an underground network of wet tunnels with my camera.  There is a set of metal stairs and a tiger coming down. I try and photograph the tiger without being seen, and then retreat to safety down a long tube. The tiger senses me and begins to run and so do I.