Samdo 50 & Kunga 18, Nam Tso, Tibet
Kunga was braiding her mother’s hair as I walked into their camp. It was mid morning and they were just about to cross the river to retrieve their goats for the morning milking. They motioned for me to join them as they waded across the ice-cold river. We each grabbed a goat by the horns and led/floated them back across to their camp. The rest of the herd followed.
|ITEM #: PB_TibetanBW-SamdoKunga|
||Type of Print
11 x 14 inches