Captured in Varanasi, India — a wandering sadhu resting in the shade of a closed market stall. His life carried in his eyes, his stories in the lines of his hands. The smoke is ritual, pause, memory. A reminder that peace is found in the spaces between movement.
Captured in Varanasi, India — a wandering sadhu resting in the shade of a closed market stall. His life carried in his eyes, his stories in the lines of his hands. The smoke is ritual, pause, memory. A reminder that peace is found in the spaces between movement.