I write as someone living in a concrete jungle (Istanbul). These fears are perfectly justified as long as the people who rule countries worship money and strive to grow their countries like cancer cells.
Note: By the way, I used to be a flight attendant and have had the opportunity to fly to Kathmandu many times. Bhaktapur is one of my favorite places to go, despite its dusty weather.
A story that is so very common these days but the personal story along with the images made me reflect and ponder. Thanks Amit for sharing. Lovely images
I feel transported when I look at these
I write as someone living in a concrete jungle (Istanbul). These fears are perfectly justified as long as the people who rule countries worship money and strive to grow their countries like cancer cells.
Note: By the way, I used to be a flight attendant and have had the opportunity to fly to Kathmandu many times. Bhaktapur is one of my favorite places to go, despite its dusty weather.
Great images, the personal touch made the story worth reading
A story that is so very common these days but the personal story along with the images made me reflect and ponder. Thanks Amit for sharing. Lovely images
This is a serious reflection on place. Love the images. Bravo to the artist.