The Taj Mahal looks photo shopped even in person. Its creamy imposition seems impossible; a mirage. Then the sun opens up on it from the clouds, and you think, I wish I would have brought a hat, it sure is hot out here.
The building’s pieces are as varied as its visitors. The builders used marble from all edges of the world to construct its looped flowers and indecipherable script designs.
I couldn’t stop taking pictures of it even though I knew all of my photos were false ideas of the thing. It’s maddening to know you can only capture something amazing in its purest form with just your shoddy memory. Perhaps this what drove Shah Jahan to spend 22 years reconstructing his love for Mumtaz Mahal in building form. Then again, the pixilation on my camera is also pretty awful.
I will add some pictures once the internet connection here stops rejecting me.