A couple more photos from the Festival of Colors.
I am most curious about what the girl sitting atop her father’s shoulders is doing. Also, I’m stooping down. The children to my left aren’t (much) taller than me.
Taken with Cynch's camera
All the colors were great, but as I walked through the clouds and crowds, sometimes thoughts of agent orange and nuclear invasions crossed my mind. Dark, yes, but that’s my brain for you. Is this what Hendrix had in mind when he wrote “Purple Haze”?
Taken with Cynch's camera
