This weekend I did something I never thought I would. I attended the Festival of Colors near my home town and got covered with chalk powder. Let me explain:
This Indian tradition has been imitated on this side of the Rockies for quite a few years now. It celebrates the beginning of spring by throwing several colors of chalk powder into the air (and everybody else around you). The different colors represent the flowers soon to bloom.
The MC starts a countdown at 20 and when it gets to 0, it's sort of insane. Chalk powder and screams everywhere accompanied by very happy music. I have no clue what the song is all about. I have to confess I am not familiar with their religion, but let me tell you, it is fun!
I was surrounded by thousands of people....crazy.
My daughter Camilla is an amazing professional photographer. She was brave enough to be in the thick of it with a rain guard-covered camera. She was able to take these pics, which by the way, don't have any special effects. What seems impressionist art, is actually what happened. So, here's to colors, fun, and a lot of chalk on our hair, clothing, face, etc. My white tennis shoes are now a beautiful purplish-pink shade. But I had a blast:
Happy, happy week, lovelies! May you dare to try something new that brings joy and a touch of spring to your lives.