Gods Land

Love arrives unannounced, like a wild bird blown off course. I hadn’t come looking for it—just a chance encounter, a place stumbled upon in the midst of something else. A simple trip, a random shoot, and then suddenly, a stillness I hadn’t known I was seeking.

The land here hums with old stories, cradling temples worn smooth by centuries of wind and prayer. The roads climb like whispered invitations into the high-altitude silence, twisting through air so thin and clear it sharpens the soul. The people move with a quiet grace, their breath filled with something ancient and steady.

I’ll return. I already know that much. Next time, on two wheels, chasing the wind through this cathedral of sky and stone.