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Our eyes are still dazzled when we see the colors we saw in Algonquin Park last year: dazzling, intense and brilliant. That now seems like a dream, and we think that right now that landscape will be that beautiful or even more so.
Anywhere you stopped the car and looked at the maples, oaks, conifers, you felt the magic of nature in full splendor, delighting us with its beauty, offering us an unforgettable spectacle, making us feel insignificant in its presence.
We took this photo during one of the several trails we did through the beautiful park, feeling the miracle of nature in full effervescence.
Hoping you enjoy a good day, with great caution, respect and tolerance in these sad times that we live, I send you much encouragement, hope and patience to overcome them.
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Orgía de colores en el Parque Provincial de Algonquin, Ontario, Canada
Nuestros ojos aún se sienten deslumbrados cuando vemos los colores que pudimos contemplar en el Parque de Algonquin, deslumbrantes, intensos y brillantes. Aquello ahora parece un sueño, y pensamos que ahora mismo aquel paisaje estará así de bello o incluso más aún.
En cualquier lugar que parabas el coche y mirabas los arces, los robles, las coníferas, sentías la magia de la naturaleza en pleno esplendor, deleitándonos con su belleza, ofreciéndonos un espectáculo inolvidable, haciendo sentirnos insignificantes ante su presencia.
Esta foto la tomamos durante uno de los varios trails que hicimos por el bello parque, sintiendo el milagro de la naturaleza en plena efervescencia.
Esperando que disfrutes de un buen día, con mucha precaución, respeto y tolerancia en estos momentos tan tristes que vivimos, os envío mucho ánimo, esperanza y paciencia para superarlos.
Mejor visualizar en grande.
A black bear near Merritt B C . He makes the fence look insignificant as a barrier. Anyway he wasn't interested in trying to scare me. He ran the other way.
randoms shot from random walk. Other photo are here tongkm.wordpress.com/2022/04/30/moments-insignificant/
He was pretty insignificant and unassuming till I saw him through the lens...!!.....he guarded this one flower all day....!
Explore.....July 7, 2007. #330
Whilst walking along the banks of Wastwater in the early morning gloom, our eyes were drawn to a wild swimmer being escorted by a support canoe. Conditions looked calm on the water for the cold swimmer and I thought it might make a dramatic picture with the clouds on the steep slopes of the Screes.
It must take some motivation to get out and take on the cold, deep waters of Wastwater on such a morning. The swimmer looks so tiny and insignificant in this vast landscape. I thought the black and white conversion looked more dramatic than the colour version.
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#9 in Explore, 31/10/2020
"Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea."
- Douglas Adams
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but then i remember, that i am the only me ever made, and THAT is a special thing.
May your days be filled with remembering you are the only you there is. Smile....that is a special thing too. ((HUG))
It often seems that everything revolves around us. Nothing could be further from the crude reality of our insignificant and ephemeral passage over the surface of "a speck of dust suspended in a beam of light".
Lavender and Milky Way workshop by Nigthcolours. Lighting by @paco_farero and @fuskynocturno.
Lauterbrunnental, Berner Oberland/ Switzerland
Im Angesicht der mächtigen Berge in den Zentralalpen wirkt alles Menschengemachte sehr klein und unbedeutend.
In the face of the mighty mountains in the Central Alps, everything man-made seems very small and insignificant.
This photo from the ruins of a temple in Ayutthaya, whose name I unfortunately can't recall, perfectly captures the feeling one has in such a place all day long.
You are surrounded by the history and stories of an entire nation.
You encounter great kings, mentally participate in epic battles, and thus experience the transformation of a nation over several hundred years.
From rather small and insignificant principalities (even though they didn't call themselves princes, of course) arose the mighty Kingdom of Ayutthaya, from which the even more powerful Kingdom of Siam emerged, which later became Thailand.
I believe there aren't many historical sites in the world where you are so immersed in history.
Dieses Foto aus den Ruinen eines Tempels in Ayutthaya, an dessen Namen ich mich leider nicht erinnern kann, steht symbolhaft für das Gefühl, welches man an einem solchen Ort den ganzen Tag lang hat.
Man ist umringt von der Geschichte und von Geschichten einer ganzen Nation.
Man begegnet großen Königen, nimmt gedanklich an epischen Schlachten teil und erlebt somit den Wandel einer Nation über den Zeitraum von mehreren hundert Jahren.
Aus eher kleinen und unbedeutenden Fürstentümern (auch wenn die sich natürlich nicht Fürsten genannt haben) entstand das mächtige Königreich Ayutthaya aus dem das noch mächtigere Königreich Siam hervor ging welches später dann zu Thailand wurde.
Es glaube es gibt auf der Welt nicht so viele historische Stätten, bei denen man so mitten drin ist, in der Geschichte.
So you may be thinking what the heck is this? Apart from being a photo of birds, obvs, and someone who has just got home from their first offical Xmas party (bit early I know, I refuse to put up the decorations before 1st Dec) let me tell you a little story. It was one of the most memorable moments of my life.
You get woken by a gentle knocking on your door in the middle of the night in your African hut. Or 5am’sh. In the middle of a South African safari park. Doesn’t help when you have been sharing the one that got away photo stories with fellow travellers at the bar the night before. You drag your sorry b%#^^ out of bed and put on layers of clothing. You get all your camera kit prepped. Sit in the back of an open jeep shivering in the pre-dawn darkness and cold in your beanie and gloves and scarf , knowing in a couple of hours you will be stripping off layers because of the stifling heat. You have seen Leopards, Lions, Buffalo, Hippos and all the magnificent wildlife of Africa. The tantalising anticipation, what lies ahead today? You sit in the back of your open jeep, smelling the stench of wildlife , their excrement, the kills , life and death. Life at it’s rawest. Will this drive bring any sighting? Will you see a predator drag it’s prey up a tree only to be surrounded by a pack of Hyenas. Will any stupid tourist get eaten because of their actions , they don’t understand these animals are wild, not there for instagram or TikTok. They are trying to survive. To live. As you drive along freezing in the dark and being jolted left right and centre, the astute tracker points his torch at something in the pre-dawn light. No, it isn’t a lion or leopard or a hippo or any of the big 5. It’s a family of bee eaters snuggled together. Be it for warmth or safety. It was amazing! Small and seemingly insignificant. But everything has its place in the circle of life. I particularly love the guy on the end keeping watch the other direction. I can relate, always looking the other direction. As the tracker said “no creature dies of old age here” . Was so poignant to me. Annnyyyway, thanks for reading my merry Christmas party ramblings if you bothered to. Hope you had an awesome day 👋😀
PS - I promise I will edit this text when I am un-merry tomorrow 😂
outside of St. Paul's on Newfoundland's Northern Peninsula. I liked the contrast and that beautiful mountain. Those hills tend to make me feel pretty insignificant . (best seen large I think)
Do love getting the opportunity to take size comparison shots! Taken yesterday.
Upton Magna - Shropshire
Sometimes it's good to slow down and get back to what make us love photography. To me it is observing nature, matter, light, insignificant details... And you?
“To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.”
― Dejan Stojanovic
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it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries.
~Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
A walk with Scooter, my orange male cat, took me past a wonderful array of nearly crimson Virginia Creeper leaves. I know I shoot them often, but when it comes to Autumn color, they're all I've got. However, this time I wanted the single leaf clinging to life on the tip of the twig-like center. It looked great in the viewfinder, so I took the shot, one. This is it. Not what I wanted, but what I got.
"Whatever you do may seem insignificant, but it is most important that you do it." Gandhi
Okay I'm not sure how that applies here, but it must.
Yup... They are wearing party hats... lol... and they were polishing off a bottle of bubbly too... And boy did it look good... But I had to concentrate on the important task of capturing the moment... lol...
BTW.. This is an old one... It's time to dig through some archives, due to the insignificant quantity of decent blue and fluffy stuff that coincides with available not at work time and daylight hours..
Lighthouse "Gellen", Island of Hiddensee, Baltic Sea / Germany
Hiddensee is a relatively small island of approximately 17 km length (10.5 miles) and 250 metres (270 yd) wide but is 'equipped' with two lighthouses, out of which only one is a real 'lighthouse' and this one - on the photograph - is a 'beacon' (new word I just learned; in German = "Leuchtfeuer" which literally translated to English means "shining fire"). It was built in 1904.
I wondered if there is a difference between a lighthouse and a beacon, as both show the way for navigation. When I started to explore, I learned that the term "beacon" (German: Leuchtfeuer) is the generic term for lighthouses, lightships, tall buoys, pier lights, leading lights, cross lights etc., used for safe navigation. In other words: a lighthouse is the most famous and representative beacon :-).
Despite its rather insignificant size, the island has a varied history. First it was populated by Germanic tribes, who at some point moved south. Their place was taken by Slavic tribes, coming from the east. In the heyday of the Vikings (9 - 10 century) the island was conquered by the Viking king Waldemar I of Denmark. At some point in history it again became German.
The island was once covered by dense oak forests, but these were cleared as a precaution during wars in the 17th century to provide the Danes with less wood for shipping and to solidify their naval forces.
The mountain.. an endless source of energy, transformed into a lifestyle for those who have come to know its secrets; on the other hand a substantial source of risks that many are not willing to assume and for good reasons; dangers lurk at every corner and feed with our lack of attention, just waiting for us to make a small mistake, in order to show us that the mountain is not just a goal to be ticked in a notebook; the mountain and the nature in general, is not a place where you come to get away from everyday worries, but to realize how small and insignificant you are.. just another animal on this planet, as vulnerable and exposed as every other creature around you.
The photo below is hiding a huge emotional charge for me.. It is a living proof that the human is no different and no more special than other creatures, and subjects itself to the same "game" rules. The image was captured in one of my hikes in Bucegi massif, where despite my burning desire to reach and set camp on Omu peak (2505m), it seems that the beautiful blanket of snow that was covering the mountain did not share my enthusiasm; half way to Bucsoiu peak (waypoint to Omu peak), a slab of snow had dislodged and carried me about 30 meters down the abrupt valley; with a backpack of almost 18kg, and with a stretch of ligaments on my right foot as a result of the fall, I eventually managed (with great difficulty) to get out of this mess and resume my route.
Unfortunately I only managed to reach Bucsoiu peak (2492m), from where there was less than an hour to my final destination, Omu peak, who was standing so close to me that almost seemed to defy me; tired and injured, but at the same time glad that I got away without any serious injuries, I emptied all the emotions that followed me throughout the hike, into this seemingly plain photo, which for me is full of meaning.
Sometimes images hide more than they show at the surface; criticisms that comes so easily, often ignores important aspects such as the conditions in which it was captured, the environmental elements that had to be faced in order to make it happen, and the general effort spent to get a frame that apparently is so simple to the point that many people would classify it as a "snapshot".
This fellow was hanging out on the shore of the Goose Spit in Comox. I really like the BG and how it adds some camouflage. Not perfect but not insignificant either.
This caught my eye because it looked ominous close up.
Rays seem to emanate from a disk which further emits thin hairy, spreading tiny rays.
A far stretch, but it reminded me of how some small traits in society can be ignored as insignificant, until they become part of something bigger, until it coalesces into something that can change an entire society.
Makes you think : I guess that's the function of abstract art.
This is my abstract from Mother Nature, a closeup of the top of a Barrel Cactus in Meijer Gardens. (see the picture in the first comment below.)
I spotted this small beetle scuttling along a plank which I'd used to protect the frogspawn from frost. It was about the size of a flying ant and seemed to have dull two-tone colouring. It was only when I got my snaps up on the screen that I saw what a real beauty it was. Its name is ' anchomenus dorsalis ' and it's a ground beetle which releases an anti-predator volatile ' undecane ' when disturbed. I can't have been considered a great threat as I noticed no chemical odours.
One of many Electricity Pylons in the Greenbooth reservoir area that seem insignificant, until you get up close to them.
A short walk exploring the tidal island at the edge of Snowdonia
Overlooked by the Moelwyn Mountains that stand just in front of Snowdon, and the Rhinogs to the south east, the small island of Ynys Gifftan is a distinctive and unique feature of the Dwyryd Estuary.
Look across the estuary at high tide and Ynys Gifftan may seem insignificant, unworthy of exploration and impossible to visit without a boat. But visitors prepared to roll their trousers up can be rewarded with an adventure unlike any other.
This short walk to the tidal island at the foot of Snowdonia is particularly enjoyable in the summer months, when waters have absorbed the heat of the sun.
View from the junction of the Wonderland and Sourdough Ridge Trails, Mount Rainier National Park, Washington
There is nothing like the vastness of the alpine landscape to make one feel small and insignificant. The awe and wonder experienced as one of the tiny human specks in those wide, expansive spaces is something that I hope, for me, will never fade.
Reflections of Turtle Creek
The Story Behind the Photo
Often we shield ourselves from the outdoors, the insects, the extremes of weather. Yet it's the temperate places in nature we yearn for the most, to immerse our souls in greater beings of existence, to squirrel ourselves away from insignificant affairs, endeavoring to envision vaster plains of consciousness.
On such a day I found myself along Turtle Creek trail in Duff Park - a 'favorite' place. Something directed my attention to white birch trees lined on the opposite bank and reflections below. Perhaps it was the way the sun had illuminated 'just so'. I was glad, and snapped a few photos.
When selecting photos to submit, I might just have overlooked it, yet this shot was perfect for the unusual outlook I was seeking.
Favorite places are often shifting. Today I have others. I'll be back to Duff to savor its essence again. I'll be sure to bring my camera.
“when we look up, it widens our horizons. we see what a little speck we are in the universe, so insignificant, and we all take ourselves so seriously, but in the sky, there are no boundaries. No differences of caste or religion or race.”
― Julia Gregson, East of the Sun
High winds splash clouds across the sky above a line of willows and cottonwoods. This was the scene on my bike commute home on a beautiful winter's day last week. I was happy to have my point and shoot camera in my pack- no polarizer or other filters needed- the light and color as is was sufficient. This is a two shot merge to get the full grandeur of the sky.
When I was a teenager one of my favorite poets was Susan Polis Schutz. Her poem called, "Come Into the Mountains Dear Friend", popped into my head recently when I was hiking in the area where this photo was taken. Thought I'd share it here: Come into the mountains, dear friend.
Leave society and take no one with you but your true self. Get close to nature, your everyday games will be insignificant. Notice the clouds spontaneously forming patterns, and try to do that with your life. Oh so very nostalgic. I've always dreamed of living near the mountains and so with the theme of "All I Want Is..." a capture of the mountains totally came to mind. This shot is actually taken from the parking lot of the grocery store closest to our house and features both Thimble and Finger Peak in the Santa Catalina Mountains. Love living nestled in the foothills of these beautiful mountains.
A special magnolia blossom, garnished with an approaching pollinator. Apologies to all you bug aficionados if my post processing failed to do justice to the bee; my knowledge of insects is insignificantly different from zero. And I get no credit for capturing the bee; another shot three minutes later shows no insects, and three minutes after that less interesting (to me) insects.
We explored the "Three Sisters" in the Goblin Valley State Park and I found that they must have been taller in the past. You can see their previous heads on the ground, chopped off by the merciless forces of erosion.
More heads are still up there and wind, rain, freeze cycles and earth's rumbles will continue their work until only an insignificant clump is left.
You can see melted humps of earth all around and wonder what fantastical forms they once had.
#AB_FAV_SUMMER_to_AUTUM_ 🍄🍁🍂
In my garden, this is the only plant I do not know the name of!
I bought it on the market, years ago, it had a lovely photo of how it would become, no name though... shows again how deceptive photos can be, LOL!
Anyway, it is not very big, very hardy, with insignificant small leaves, in late Spring... it grows insignificant little white flowers, mostly hidden under the leaves, in Summer it is ... just there?
Then comes Autumn, and the leaves turn on all the colours of the rainbow, for a few short weeks it becomes an ABSOLUTE focal point of attraction in the garden... pure GLORY... then it's gone again... till next year!
I thought I'd share this with you.
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Switching now from little critters to lovely plants and flowers in the neighborhood.
I walked by a half-barrel oak planter full of these colorful Coleus plants and, of course, I had to capture their beauty.
Native to tropical environments in Southeast Asia, they are annuals here in our Wisconsin climate. While they do have insignificant, tiny flowers, it is their leaves that really shine and botanists have produced 1,500 colorful varieties that are now available at the greenhouses.
Normally lovers of shade, some varieties now do quite well in very sunny areas.
Enjoy the color explosion :)
Uttar Pradesh - Varanasi - Manikarnika Ghat - Cremation place
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Manikarnika Ghat is one of the holiest cremation grounds among the sacred riverfronts (ghats) alongside the river Ganga.
It is one of the oldest ghats in Varanasi. The Manikarnika Ghat is mentioned in a Gupta inscription of 5th century.
In Hinduism, death is considered as a gateway to another life marked by the results of one's karma. It is believed that a dead human's soul attains moksha and hence breaks the cycle of rebirth when cremated here. Thus, scores of the elderly across the whole country seek to walk up to its edges and spend their last days absorbing the charisma of the ghat, making death painless and insignificant to be pondered upon.
Glücksburg Castle in the middle of its moat, Glücksburg, Schleswig-Holstein, Germany
Some background information:
Glücksburg Castle is considered one of the most important Renaissance castles in Northern Europe. The moated castle is located in the town of Glücksburg on the Firth of Flensburg Fjord and is one of the best-known sights in the German state of Schleswig-Holstein. With ist more than 6,300 residents, Glücksburg is a little town to the northeast of the city of Flensburg. Denmark lies right opposite of Glücksburg on the northern shore of the firth in a linear distance of just six kilometres (3.7 miles) to the town centre.
The building stands on a 2.5-meter-high granite base and rises directly out of the water. The castle is made of white plastered brick, which was largely removed and reused from the demolished monastery, which was located there before. The base area is a square with an edge length of almost 30 meters, consisting of three individual houses, each with its own floor plan and roof. While the middle house accommodated the large halls and the vestibule, the two side houses were fitted with the living rooms. The palace chapel, with its east-facing altar wall, is the only room that was placed across the overall floor plan and is located in the east and middle house at the same time.
In the four corners of Glücksburg Castle are four octagonal towers, each seven meters in diameter. The courtyard side of the castle is also preceded by two bay-like stair towers, which form the only connection between the upper floors. In total, the castle includes two halls, the vestibule, the castle chapel, twelve middle rooms, twelve tower rooms and eleven corner rooms. The total living space of the building is around 3,000 square metres (32,290 square feet.).
The history of today's castle grounds begins in Schleswig in 1192, when the double monastery of St. Michael auf dem Berge was dissolved. The nuns moved to the St. John's Monastery in Schleswig, while the monks founded a new Cistercian monastery in Glücksburg. In the vicinity of the monastery was an older motte-and-bailey castle, parts of which have been preserved to this day. In the course of the Reformation, the Cistercian monastery was secularized in 1538 and came into the possession of the Danish King Christian III in 1544.
The history of the castle itself begins in 1582. At that time, the Danish King Frederick II encumbered his brother John, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg, with the lands of the former monastery. And John, who already had considerable possessions, also acquired additional areas. As a typical duke of his time, he expressed his wealth with various buildings and founded, among other things, the castles in Reinfeld and Ahrensbök, which have since been demolished. He modernized Sønderborg Castle and in 1582 began erecting Glücksburg Castle, which was built to serve as a comfortable country residence for himself and his family.
After John's death in 1622, the duchy of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg was divided amongst his heirs. John's son Philipp received the castle and the lands of Glücksburg and thus founded the older line of the House of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg. The castle remained the seat of the Dukes of Glücksburg for over 150 years, but the small titular duchy itself was relatively insignificant. Apart from the fact that the members of the house repeatedly married into other noble families, they played no role in the history of the country.
During this time, Glücksburg Castle was more of a continuously inhabited noble family seat and less of a courtly residence. In the middle of the 17th century, the palace and its outbuildings housed a court of an average of 80 people. With the death of the childless Friedrich Heinrich Wilhelm in 1779, the older branch of the family went extinct and the Glücksburg fief went back to the Danish royal family. Until 1824 the wife of the last Duke, Anna Carolina, used the castle as a widow's residence.
in 1825, the Danish King Frederik VI handed over the fief and thus the castle and title to his brother-in-law Friedrich Wilhelm, who assisted the Danish king during the Congress of Vienna and was accordingly rewarded with the ducal title. Raised in Denmark and Prussia, the new duke was a direct descendant of the palace's builder, John III. Together with his wife, Louise Caroline, a daughter of the ducal governor Prince Charles of Hessen-Kassel, he founded the younger line of the House of Glücksburg. Among their ten children was the later Danish King Christian IX. – the progenitor of today's Glücksburg line on the Danish throne.
The Danish royal family often used their relatives' castle as a summer residence. From 1854, King Frederik VII occasionally resided at Glücksburg, until he died childless here in 1863. Under his successor Christian IX, the castle gained a reputation as the cradle of Europe. From Christian's marriage to Princess Louise of Hesse-Kassel, three daughters were married into the imperial and royal houses of Hanover, Russia and the United Kingdom: The youngest daughter Thyra with Ernst August, Crown Prince of Hanover, the middle daughter Dagmar with Tsar Alexander III and the oldest daughter Alexandra with Edward VII, King of the United Kingdom. The second son became King George I of Greece and the grandson Carl became King of Norway. Since then, the House of Glücksburg is related to almost all major European dynasties.
Karl, Duke of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, a brother of King Christian IX, used the palace again as a permanent residence from 1871. From that year on, the castle has remained in the possession of the Glücksburg family and was inhabited by the family and relatives at almost all times. One of the most famous regular guests was Auguste Viktoria, the last German Empress, who came from the closely related house of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Augustenburg. Glücksburg Castle remained the main residence of the ducal family until the 20th century. Only gradually did the family move to the mansions of the surrounding estates, such as Louisenlund or Grünholz.
The structures of Glücksburg Castle made it through the world wars without suffering any substantial damages. Only the castle's bells were seized and melted down during World War I. Towards the end of World War II, under the Doenitz administration, Germany moved the seat of government to Mürwik in the city of Flensburg. During this period, Albert Speer, Minister of Armaments and War Production in Nazi Germany, resided inside the castle. Here he was arrested by the allied forces in May 1945, and brought to Flensburg. In the same month, British troops looted the castle, and took numerous valuables, many of which were later returned. Until the summer of 1945, the castle was used as a prison for 200 former members of the Wehrmacht. Today, Glücksburg Castle houses a museum and is open to visitors.
Panorámica de tres tomas obtenida en el Puerto de Valencia.
Dedicada a todos mis compis de Jubileres.
In the northwest of the Chinese province Yunnan
In 2001 the city was renamed as Shangri-La "after the fictional land of Shangri-La in the 1933 James Hilton novel Lost Horizon, in an effort to promote tourism in the area." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shangri-La_City
This new name is of course complete nonsense, because there's absolutely no evident connection between this excellent novel and this beautiful place with one insignificant exception: the city is located at an elevation of 3,160 m (10,370 ft) in the Himalayan foothills and the setting of the novel is somewhere in the Himalaya.
Here you see a street in the modern part of the city.