Tuesday, 2 June 2009


"He came on the bank of the river, sat in the lotus position and let himself fall into the water. From that moment he was absolutly still, floating amidst the offerings people were doing for the occasion of Mahashivaratri Festival. I was hypnotised… After exactly 30 minutes he walked away without a glance... I went back next day at same time, he was nowhere to be seen. Incredible India…". Taken by Eli Shams


private-rayen said...

great photo!

(G@ttoGiallo) said...

There's rosemary,
that's for remembrance.
Pray you, love, remember.
And there's pansies, that's for thoughts.
There's fennel for you, and columbines.
There's rue for you, and here's some for me.
We may call it herb of grace o' Sundays.
Oh, you must wear your rue with a difference.
There's a daisy. I would give you some violets,
but they withered all when my father died.
They say he made a good end.

Oh dear !

Jeannie said...

Yes, Gatto Giallo, this reminds me too of Ophelia.

J. L. T. said...

Wonderful sensitive photo. What a great luck to view and capture this moment...

Mike said...

I like to try that. Looks relaxing.