An old Tibetan woman in a dusty village
I was organizing our photo collection on the new computer this morning and I came across this photo of a Tibetan woman. While stopping for lunch in a village in western Tibet, whose name escapes me, this woman ventured closer to our group. As we sat on some crude outside tables and consumed Tsampa and steamed momos, this woman sat, uttering prayers with the hopes of a small handout.
This particular photo has always struck me. She is as poor as anyone on Earth but there is a warmth to her. I’ve never really been able to put my finger on it.
