There are times that walk from you, like some passing afternoon. You walk to make a mark, ending up leaving footmarks in the snow, forgotten, vanishing into thin air.
There are things we can’t recall, blind as night that finds us all. We recall to realize, completely unaware of what we came to do, what lies beyond that mist.
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe. There was a lighthouse I thought I saw and only now do I believe, it was just another star among the hundreds I usually draw.
This is a shot, a frame, which has sprung up many thoughts in my mind. Some of them have been penned above, some of them still brewing up to come forth as words. It’s amazing how utter randomness of our lives can be so significantly mind-boggling. This shot was taken somewhere in Rajasthan, India.