Tibet is so high, so dry, and such a harsh land. In spring people begin tilling their lands with plows pulled by yaks. Everywhere you look are barren, brown and empty fields. There is little color. To arrive at a Buddhist monastery and see the vibrant colors of the monks’ robes is so uplifting. The monks, themselves, are so happy and seem so full of purpose.
I love this photo, because it’s just one instant in time. The sun was shining, and, even though there were patches of snow all around, it was quite warm. I was sitting on a cement wall outside the monastery and hundreds of Tibetan monks passed me by as I watched. It was mesmerizing…and peaceful.