Hare Hare. Krishna Krishna.
I have absolutely no clue what those words mean but I can tell you that I chanted them a lot during the annual Festival of Colors. At the beginning of every spring there is a big celebration held at the Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork that consists of a lot of people, a lot of chalk, and a lot of fun. It also consists of countless hours in the shower afterwards trying to get your hair from this awful pink shade to its original color. Here are some lovely pictures we took to document this event…
We started off pretty clean....
But then this happened...
Which resulted in this...
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