Exploring the Dah and Hanu villages of Ladakh in the Himalayas, photographer Shivani Gupta and storyteller Corinne Elyees Adams capture its locales and people in their series Thread Whispers – Chapter 1, featured at Goa Photo. The snapshots showcase natives in local attire, who morph into characters in their own stories, against the arresting mountain landscapes
Bow of willow, glittering arrow, how could he miss what he already held? Inexorable journey of the Indus — winnow of cold air.
I wondered if one star may pull another from its place in the sky, and now I know it’s more like being an arrow loosed from a bright bow, sent burning through the dark. My father and the hawk-eyed man, arrow for arrow in a long shot, the target a flower affixed to a poplar tree, everything pinned to that one wild rose.
But there was one, one with the glow like an apricot or the sun — Goddesses whisper his name, Gyalu Gyarsha, tip clear water down from cupped hands to bathe him. La-e-Lhamo — winged spirits not from this world of rock and apricot and mountaintop.
The holy men gathered under the apricot trees but the Lhamo had no thought for them, had seen a hundred like them.
Have you seen my love? The man asks the spirit in the rock. He is holy but it does not change the rock’s silence.
But I am not without my own magic. Smoke and spirits murmur — I left my ring, silver and turquoise, to quiet the earth. But it couldn’t stop the curse.