It's hard to describe desert. It's an experience of vastness that's kind of overwhelming and awe inspiring at a beyond cognitive level. It's a feeling you can pick up in the pit of your stomach. It's nature at it's starkest.
You sit there a while and start to see the life and rhythm within it's starkness. The way the wind and sand create these sand dunes which are ever changing. It's hard to process the thought of mountain sized dunes shifting space within the hour.
A family troupe....the men doing the morchang ( a small iron harp kind of instrument) and the dholak, and the little girl mehak, dancing to it...very rustic...and it's like they have rhythm in their blood, her movements were so graceful and deep
Dhruva and Diksha taking in the experience...after a while they walked off so far, they were like miniscule dots
Them in Silhouette
What's pictures of desert without camels in them...these were our camels. The ride is fun, but the time when the camel gets up and when it sits...crazy scary...you feel like you'll surely topple, and you don't even know which side you'll topple (It in fact reminded me of long long ago times when i'd play 'chal mere gode' with the kids on my knees, and while goda and haathi were fairly straightforward, for the camel I'd do all wonky movements with my legs...and it's only now I knew why.... they actually are like that :)
A classier picture of a camel
This was a little beetle walking across...just look at its footprints, or track marks or whatever else you can call it. That's how fine and soft the sand is.
Diksha getting a better picture of the beetle and it's track marks
Looks like some kind of keen assessment on, but not sure what...
This was Dhruva's photography acumen....one of my favorite pictures of the trip
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