It's a never ending list.
In short, in Hampi, history lives. Sometimes in neglect, sometimes protected, sometimes in grandeur. But absolutely always ingrained in the space around itself. Both with the people and with the nature around.
Who knows, the ancient rockscape and the sculptures on them probably come alive on some moonlit nights, whispering to each other strange languages...
At least, in a place like Hampi I am very much inclined to believe that they do come alive!
Guarding the space beyond. Somewhere near the Vittala temple.
Time's tales. A chameleon waiting for its prey beneath another exquisite carving. Just on another random pillar.
The contrasting colors of time and life. A parrot perched atop an ancient sculpture.
Just another sculpture on another random pillar peering at you through the wild shrubs.
In a temple under renovation.
You may just miss it. It's that blended.
Shivling and a coracle. Somewhere on the banks of Tungabhadra.
Scattered and blended. Carvings among rocks. Somewhere along the banks of Tungabhadra.
Fighting ladies. Again, just on the base of a pillar. Pretty much at random.
When the man walks past the God without even casting a glance.
Mural on a random pillar. And the yawning rockscape beyond.
A motor-powered boat ferrying the people and tourists around on Tungabhadra by the side of an ancient rock sculpture.
And finally, the coracle - Hampi's iconic circular boat.
Of course, these are just glimpses. Hampi is way to vast and intricate to be captured in a four day visit.