
And then suddenly you become insignificant. Your job becomes dispensable. You become small. Without a name. Without a face. Without a past.
Nanda Devi and Trishul. As seen from the Forest Guest House, Kausani.
Kodachrome, they give us those nice bright colours, They give us the greens of summers, Makes you think all the world's a sunny day, oh yeah. I got a Nikon camera, I love to take a photograph, So mama don't take my Kodachrome away.


