India on Film

Old is Gold.

That Time in India I

December 2015.

About and around changeless beauty.

Today, Everyday.

“You have been here, you don’t know since when. You have never been born and you are not going to die, because to die means from someone you suddenly became no one. From something, you suddenly became nothing. Nothing is like that. Even when you burn a piece of cloth, it will not become nothing. It will become the heat that penetrates into the cosmos. It will become smoke that rises into the sky to become part of a cloud. it will become some ash that falls to the ground that may manifest tomorrow as a leaf, a blade of grass, or a flower. So there is only continuation.”

India Through Another Lens

Developed the film a few weeks ago, and finally got around the scanning the photos.

 

In a perfect world,

I would be able to forget everything else,

And be there again – forever.

Impromptu No. 1

An original impromptu, conjured up on a pensive afternoon, a few months ago.

Recently, I thought it would match the pictures from India, hence this creation.

 

Times passes, but does the movement of time always signify change?