Sending Pryers to Heaven

Sending Pryers to Heaven

I could have stood there all day and would have missed this series of images that read like a simple sentence. Had it not been for the rain I would have missed a moment that connects to me. I guess as a photographer I'm at a state of finding signs that are along my path. I prayed , and carried the inner thoughts further within. Self conversations and photography mix together well. This is simple, because it pulls on your heart string and opens another personal door for yourself, and maybe for the viewer.
My heart beats strong, and when I left I felt I had talked to God. When I left I felt I had answers. Her job never ended. She just kept the flame alive with each passing glance, and under her low voice she prayed time and time again as I descended into the noise of Kathmandu.