A morning of brittle cold that brought the eyes to a standstill in Darlag, southern Amdo. Lobsang watches while his two sons source ice from a nearby ‘lake’ to bring home to boil for morning tea. Lobsang asked me whether I would be photographing him, and when I responded that “yes, I wanted to”, he promptly left wiithout a word, leaving me in the morning cold, going back to his little homestead. He emerged minutes later with a new chuba (long woollen robe) and a much more styling traditional Amdo fur cap. He then told me that I could photograph him however much I liked.
Lobsang spoke about water and the 'health' of the mountains in simple terms and how he hoped his sons didn't have to worry about their homestead or water. He spoke about how every element was right there and that there wasn't ever a time to really shut off of being aware...and thankful. He was a steward of the land in the purest sense of the word.
Lobsang has beautiful views, features and teeth. A beautiful picture!