When Nothing Breathes

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

It was a beautiful morning, the one you would have seen a thousand times in your dreams. The orange sky peeping through the trees, lighting up the green grass below you, you can feel the warmth seep into your soul and to take it all in you eventually close your eyes. This was taken near Kullu, Himachal Pradesh, India.

About the author

A completely self taught photographer, a self-proclaimed tech junky, loves his alternative & soft rock music, and for whom this life is nothing short of Awesome! Meet Ratul Upadhyay, a student of Information Technology and a freelance hobbyist designer in his spare time, currently settled at New Delhi, India. Get in touch with him on Facebook and Twitter

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