Hundreds of hungry mouths fed by hundreds of pilgrims, leaping out at humans on sight for dried popped rice 

Prayer wheels must always be spun clockwise

Buddhist Temple, Rewalsar Lake

Tibetan prayer flags, Rewalsar Lake, Himachal Pradesh

In the belly of weather, under angry tongue

The many faces of the Parvati Valley, Kasol

It would change within hours and within minutes; at times being swallowed by mist, at others, the snow would practically sparkle in the sun, and at dusk or dawn, it would be illuminated by the pink or amber of the twilight through the clouds. 
We woke up to this for around fifteen days before we could bear leaving.

Somehow, everyone fits.

India, a mix of electric wires and piles of rubbish and crumbling houses and incredible landscape.

Hazy hills

Snowy view