Sidol, Jumagul, Assan II
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Sidol, Jumagul and Assan Khan return to the high pasture camp, riding yaks after checking the growth of grass at lower elevations. That grass will be used for animal fodder in the winter months.
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Sidol, Jumagul and Assan Khan return to the high pasture camp, riding yaks after checking the growth of grass at lower elevations. That grass will be used for animal fodder in the winter months.
Following trail of Inuit hunters, near Isortoq village (population of 64), East Greenland.
Alec, Gule and her husband Tokin. Their boat resting under the moonlight after a day’s work. We shared their lives, had fish eggs for breakfast and a mouse ate holes though my favorite T-shirt.
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Above the village of Passu, a teenager checks his Facebook. Many residents here are Ismaili, followers of a moderate branch of Islam. A sign on the mountain slope commemorates the time in 1987, when the Ismaili imam, the Aga Khan, visited this remote region.
Sumatra and his wife Sunita have traveled already over 1,700 kilometres. Four months on a pilgrimage following the holy Narmada river, sleeping in ashrams along the way. There was much pride in their eyes.
After three weeks of trekking on our own, we finally approach Sekr Yanj, the red canyon near Irshad, a high altitude border pass between Pakistan and Afghanistan.
The woman facing us is Tella Bu. This was 2012 and I had first met her in 2005, in her father’s yurt, the chief of the Afghan Kyrgyz community. She wore a red veil then, a sign that she was not married. A few months after her wedding, her red veil was replaced by this white one.
“I think 32 years old… what you need?”. He was throwing garbages from the bushy roadside back into the road, plastic bags, bottles… Mixing local Gondi language and Hindi, jaw clenched hard. “Take more pictures!” he ordered, shirt button in his ear.
Trekking between two camps in extreme winds, we met this young Bactrian, stretching its legs. Its felt cover blanket is made of yak wool.
I peeked out the tent to see this. We had just trekked up Tsast Uul, one of the highest mountains in Mongolia. You would think we were alone, but in Mongolia horse riders would spot our tent from miles away and spontaneously stick their heads inside, just like we would walk into their gers.
Restaurant, Turfan, Xinjiang, China.
A small inlet on the Narmada River, one of the seven holy rivers of India. Madhya Pradesh province.
The first time I saw someone smoking opium. I was hesitant to photograph. The younger son of the Khan, Wuruchan Noor Ullah, the ‘king’ of the Kyrgyz. It was raining outside, he was just back from patrolling the Tajik border, some yaks had gone missing, strolling into another country. Afghanistan.
It was one of these covered days that I like very much. They invited me in, a wedding was happening next door and I needed a break. They had pulled a blanket in front of their door to keep the guests warm.
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