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







<3




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...
Blessed.











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.