With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.
Thursday, July 07, 2016
349, 348, 347, 346, 345, 344, 343: Trip to Kasol, Himachal Pradesh
The first time I saw the Parvati river, I had tears in my eyes. The unfettered power and peace of a river that is named after a woman who prayed for Shiva is visceral. May all our prayers be that way.
Some more pictures of the rain, mountains, mist...
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