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
Comments(8)
Atamjot says:
November 23, 2012 at 11:12 PMAs 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….
Sundar Raman says:
November 24, 2012 at 12:36 PMExcellent. Breath taking photographs. A real visual treat.
Surupa Chatterjee says:
April 15, 2014 at 1:36 AMWhat 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
Stephanie Sheppard says:
April 15, 2014 at 4:07 AMMost beautiful….takes one’s breath away and leaves only awe and wonder. You are a master of captive vision.
Sat Nam,
Stephanie
Mohindra Chadha says:
April 15, 2014 at 9:08 AMSuperb photographs, Amardeep!
I agree with the comments made by all others before me.
You are a Master!!
rekhi says:
April 15, 2014 at 9:36 AMBeautiful. I would love to visit….
Arnab Saha says:
April 16, 2014 at 12:14 AMYou were in No Man’s Land ? Did you have your feet on the ground ?
Lovely photographs.
Sarvdeep.Singh says:
June 22, 2020 at 5:50 PMDesert kills’ … but preserves’ the Nature !!