One of my personal favorites. Baba lived on the river banks of the Bagmati in Pashupati. Half  Spiritual beings of heart, and half Brooklyn card hustlers, these spiritual men deal with both corn ball tourists and “true seekers” all day long. They live a simple life with no possessions, eating and smoking what’s given to them by the people. They’ve thrown everything in their lives to the wind and live in the present moment.  This particular Baba was so full of warm light. He wasn’t smiling when I framed him up – I took a second, and he just stared at me. Then I peered up from the eye piece of my camera and made eye contact with him. He erupted in sunshine and I pushed the button without looking.