our lovely ladies in saris in rajasthan, blending in completely, trying to find a moment of anonymity in this tiny yet crowded village that has never seen foreigners
our meditation abode, in bodh gaya, where the buddha found enlightenment -- or rather realized his buddha nature -- under a tree. this was a 6-day buddhist retreat, mostly in silence, from the tibetan buddhist tradition
playing with fire..... which one is me and which one is the master?
we spent 1 week in mcleod ganj, the tibetan's home in exile. my eyes are opened to the sacrilage of the olympics in beijing, the plight of the tibetans, the hardships they face there and the importance of quick action. soon tibet will be fall victim of chinese-ization and there will be no ethnic tibet to speak of freeing
halloween! from left to right: blue man, hindi newspaper-man, peter pan, a character from Wet Hot American Summer, a tibetan monk, a ninja, and tinkerbell.
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