As we turn on an axis unseen, seasons shift—quietly, inevitably. And with them, the land changes its expression. Summer, however, is not the season I find myself drawn to. Specially not when I am away from the mountains. Heat unsettles the frame The light is harsh, almost unrelenting. The sky is blazing, pale and flat under its intensity. Water has receded, leaving behind dry beds and cracked earth. The landscape feels exposed, stripped of its softness that usually holds my a

The shifting weather in the valley often brings a subtle change in how the landscape is seen. March this year was unusually warm, almost ahead of its time. And then, almost overnight, dark clouds gathered, rain set in, and snow returned to the upper reaches. The air cooled, the light softened, and the valley slipped into another mood. It is this kind of weather that draws me out—days when the landscape feels unsettled. Cloudy conditions rarely offer strong contrast. The sky f