Dolma 38, Changtang, Ladakh
Dolma had never seen a westerner up close before. She would reach out, touch my shoulder then quickly pull her arm back into her chuba and laugh. As a young girl she had escaped across the Tibet-India border with her family after word reached their remote nomad camp that they would be forced to live in a commune.
|ITEM #: PB_TibetanBW-Dolma|
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| 20 x 24 inches||Silver gelatinx||Open||Inquire|