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Where the Wind Paused
I feel as if I am standing in the middle of a vast natural amphitheater—before an infinite emptiness, where only silence resonates like music. It is as if an opera...
Where the Wind Paused
I feel as if I am standing in the middle of a vast natural amphitheater—before an infinite emptiness, where only silence resonates like music. It is as if an opera...
A Walk to the Bridge: Winter in Kibber
Winter, after its long, silent watch, was slowly retreating from the village of Kibber. In this high-altitude world of snow and solitude, the deep stillness of the season had begun...
A Walk to the Bridge: Winter in Kibber
Winter, after its long, silent watch, was slowly retreating from the village of Kibber. In this high-altitude world of snow and solitude, the deep stillness of the season had begun...
Chasing Silence in Snow: A Himalayan Vulture an...
Standing atop a thick blanket of snow, I tried to gaze into the distance. The snowfall over the past few days had wiped away the horizon, leaving behind an endless...
Chasing Silence in Snow: A Himalayan Vulture an...
Standing atop a thick blanket of snow, I tried to gaze into the distance. The snowfall over the past few days had wiped away the horizon, leaving behind an endless...
Why I Photograph in Black and White: A Personal...
My relationship with black and white photography began many years ago, in a time when the internet hadn’t yet become part of daily life. Access to the works of great...
Why I Photograph in Black and White: A Personal...
My relationship with black and white photography began many years ago, in a time when the internet hadn’t yet become part of daily life. Access to the works of great...