Thursday, December 29, 2011

The Cold Valley

People made them; the beliefs that made up of stones.

touched by the beauty and memories

the orange vibe

tree that follow the wind's direction
the wind's daughter


poor you !

wow trees

and sometimes when I vanish
I go to this place
far away, in stranger’s land
but I know where I am going because I know where I belong

I just can't describe how beautiful it was.  And Everything.

 soooooo Took my breathe away...

This is where I came from. My root, my nature....
Jomsom/ Mustang.
Taken on December 27, 2011. 

Sat on the biggest rock ; searching for the sky
It was amazing looking up high
sitting there, doing nothing at all.