Festival of Color
Experiencing something like I did this evening is why I do what I do. Not only was I able to take part in the Hare Krishna Festival of Colors but I was able to try and capture it's meaning.
An orgy of neon colored powder filled the air moments after a huge bonfire draped with a menacing witch was lit. I felt for a moment that I was in a war zone just hit with canisters of tear gas. I crouched down in the thick fog, weary of getting too close to the gasoline-doused fire while trying to make sense of the forms and figures through my camera.
Once the chalk cleared, I regained my orientation and started to make some sense of the chaos. While unsuccessfully trying to save my camera from exposure I navigated through the mosh pit. Strangers slapped chalk on my face and random streams of dust covered me as I shot away.
Now that I'm all clean, I just want to do it all over again. And I have an insatiable craving for Krishna lunch.
my out of focus self portrait