Bromo is a perpetual reminder that the beauty is transient and never without its other. Like any volcanic heap of earth, it is a story of fertility and death, tranquility and disaster.
A misty morning spent in tracing the tragic in the serenity of the Indonesian highlands reminded me of Nanak’s profoundness about life, as expressed in a simple verse.
Tis siu neh na keeje jo deesai chalanhaar
Do not be in love with this passing show
As usual…. Inspiring & beautiful…
Over there…
On the other side…
Where the sun sets…
Or maybe… The moon…that rises…
Veils of twirling simmering smoke…
There are shades of You…
Even in your anger…one reaches out…
To feel you…where you reach out…
To heal them…seal them….
Excellent. Breath taking photographs. A real visual treat.
What can I say….you transport us to a different realm…caught between realism and surrealism….edge between earthiness and mysticism……You are TOP CLASS …am fortunate to have chanced upon your wonderful vision and craft…..Happy Baisakhi
Most beautiful….takes one’s breath away and leaves only awe and wonder. You are a master of captive vision.
Sat Nam,
Stephanie
Superb photographs, Amardeep!
I agree with the comments made by all others before me.
You are a Master!!
Beautiful. I would love to visit….
You were in No Man’s Land ? Did you have your feet on the ground ?
Lovely photographs.