I captured this when A friend and I went horseback riding outside Kabul. As soon as you exist kabul which is located at the far east of the country intersecting with 5 different provinces surrounding it. This place was just outside of Kabul from the west, entering the province of Parwan.
Once you do leave the busy city environment, things start tone down, buildings grow shorter and shorter into large luscious green lands, people became more friendlier, calmer and innocent.
But then you pinch yourself a few times to make sure this isn't a dream. Something then dawns on you and you realize that all the stories you heard from your grandmother, all those crazy stories your uncles and grandmothers would tell you of them growing up in the hills of Badakhshan. When things were simpler and calmer. Technology meant having a horse or a donkey and a tank full fuel. And day after day working on the field for long hours. Places were further apart and took long hours on foot or donkey. The mountains were stretched out on both sides of you endlessly. Below them beautiful yellow and green lands carrying a history of names, places and memories of the entire country. The further you follow the wind, the more vivid and exhilarating the experience is.
The dream ends when the your face and hands are sunburned, lungs for of fresh air and a hearts been awestruck that cant wait to go back to her again.
Horseback riding on the mountains was fun too! Ha