Men have fought for centuries over who has the ultimate interpretation on the words of God. I have always struggled with men's version of divinity. Yet, churches, cathedrals, temples, mosques have a magnificent that I cannot deny. An outward declaration of men's faith and love for the divine, the mystical, the unknown.
In the thin air of the highest city in the world, the season of pilgrimage is in high gear. Barkhor Square is fill with Tibetan pilgrims who have spent months and years traveling to this holy place. Armed with rawhide knee pads, gloves and wooden planks attached to their hands, the pilgrims prostrate themselves each step of the way. An act of devotion. An act of faith.
A pilgrim approached me with the an open hearted smile and asked me if I would take a photograph of him. He has been traveling 18 months on foot in order to be here in Lhasa. 540 days of walking, praying and prostrating along the route in faith, in devotion.
Faith is profound. Faith is beautiful. Faith is extraordinary.
This is a story of the monks and pilgrims in high altitude of Tibet.
December of 2007, few months before the riots preceding the Beijing Olympics.