Two years back me and my friend drove across Kinnaur to reach the high mountains of Spiti. After crossing the river at Sumdo few hours after Malling and Chango, the last villages of Kinnaur, the sense of approaching a different land is quite prominent. Rudyard Kipling in kim felt the same and wrote this.
“Surely the Gods live here. Beaten down by the silence and the appalling sweep of dispersal of the cloud-shadows after rain. This place is no place for men.”
The beautiful landscape of the valley and culturally rich lifestyle of its people kept calling me back to see more of Spiti. I went back last summer and then I stayed there for winters. I reached back only a month ago after spending six months in Kaza, experiencing the harsh lifestyle and extraordinary beauty of the valley in the winter months.
Now I have locked myself at my place in Chandigarh to work on the pictures. Here are a few from our first trip. I hope you like them.
For Editorial use, Spiti pictures are now available in rights managed license on my website.