one of the most spiritual places i have ever been.
its history is told on the worn down steps, on the missing teeth from naga on the balustrades.
each rain changes the colors of the stone, its vapor flooding your lungs.
it becomes easy to wander through its halls and courtyards to lose your way.
this all being just a part of my experience of a spiritual place.
this photo is taken looking at the west gate with my wide angle lens attachment i made for my canon powershot.