snapping branches and photos in forest homes

Yesterday in the forest khol of Sansara, where the plains stop crawling and begin, one foot in front of the other, himalayan baby steps, Nazim Ji and I lugged 26 cameras and photography knowledge to a small little home with walls of mud and dung, a door made of air and a roof of branches, leaves and tree trunks. As the students sat around and Nazim and I explained the ins and outs of these black cameras, little birds kept flying in through the door and out via the space between the walls and the roof. These birds swooping in with little sticks and landing in the natural roof, were making a home similar to the one we were all in. Only round. I wonder... Perhaps a photography class for the birds next week...

love and health to all...