Saturday, 18 April 2009
Lamaria Church and a couple of memorial photos of the father of my host in the village, who died before I first visited Georgia
A much older headstone, vaguely cruciform - as "primitive" as they come
Ice doing its thing on a small stream
Friday, 17 April 2009
Back to my main location, though I'm posting this from Etseri, below Mestia, where I'm staying with old friends for Easter. Internet via cellphone here is slow, though at least it's working.
2 views of Mt Shkhara - from the grave-plots of Lamaria church and through one of its feasting-hall's windows
Icicles hanging in any direction but vertical. As they get pushed out from the roof by sliding ice behind them, they move away from the vertical. The result reminds me of nothing more than a mouth full of rows of fangs made for catching and holding...
Thursday, 16 April 2009
Greetings, at last, to the first visitor from Afghanistan!
A break from Georgia today, as I post some unused photos from my archives while working on new Ushguli ones from the last few days.
Buffalo in early morning dust
Elephant hide up close
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
"Jart" in Georgian (well, "jarti", to be exact, as most nouns have an "i" added) means scrap metal. This yard was full to bursting with it - there's even a complete car in there, its roof visible. What do they do with it all?! I HOPE they sell it off occasionally. The other meaning I know of for the word is in Greg Bear's sci fi novels Eon, Eternity and Legacy, concerning a fearsomely alien race seemingly hostile to all others; this was their name, the Jarts.
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
This strange scene met my eyes near the flat where I was staying in Tbilisi this March-April. Hanging up to dry? (They were there for days.) Victims or captured soldiers in some children's game? It struck me hard, and I had to go back for pictures more than once
Monday, 13 April 2009
And 12 hours after my arrival, I was swept up in, not quite a funeral, but one of the many feasts which accompany death in this part of the world. There's the funeral itself, followed by a feast each Saturday (which today was) until the ormotsi, the 40-day feast; then the year after the death is the final one. Lots of work for the ladies, lots of eating and drinking for all but especially the men. This was for my hostess's uncle, and another elderly fellow of the village, both of whom had died a few weeks earlier. The couple on the headstone are grandparents of one of the men at the feast - their passing was years ago, but I liked the portrait and its setting.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Don't mean to scare off any prospective independent travellers - it was only 4 hours from Mestia to Ushguli in the newly inauguratedmarshroutka (public minivan). Some of the delay was due to a stop for the men to drink at a famous cross near K'ala; and then there was the small rockfall a bit higher up from that, in the section of road which I call "Mordor" for its forbidding aspect. We cleared the rocks away with hands and shovels, all exited the vehicle, and Mikho drove it across the scary bit on a wheel and a prayer. Whew, going home.