photos memories face record

I begin to look through the many photos,examining the peple and places within them.Each photo is a representaion of fraction of moment that for some reason inspired one person to press the shutter of his camera.Something in the composition of figures before me,the expression on a face,the meeting of colours,or the sudden opening of an unexpected moment,are connected with my personal aesthetic sense.The photos are not only a record of the moment,but of my inspiration.I go over my memories of my travels and come across those that leave me with a sense of tranquility.I remember the motion of the fingers of a woman who sat by a fire spinning wool,the steps of an ancient dance,and the whispered chanting of an old monk reciting prayers as he has done for countless years.My memory takes me to where I can feel the warmth of a fire and the crispness of fresh air,where I see early morning light and the night sky,and where I can heat deafening silence and the calm of crashing waves.I remember the few moments when I looked into someone's eyes and understood what they were saying without the need for any words.

Communication goes beyond language as emotion goes beyond reason,like life goes beyond a heartbeat,and Shangri-la goes beyond a place.Just by looking at the picture before me I can feel the bits of joy that I experienced the moment I stood at the site.