Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I pull on my down vest and head downstairs. I’m amazed I slept until 6:30 but with the uptake of the day’s usual din, there seems no point in pushing my luck, and with the sun coming out, part of the day I love most here is just before me, and fleeting.
Reluctantly I throw my camera over my shoulder (I just want a cup of tea), change the time zone to Kathmandu, grab my other camera and do the same, then step outside and into the circle. I’m staying in Boudhanath, the predominantly Tibetan end of town, where life revolves, literally, around the large whitewashed stupa, flanked with prayer flags and over which Buddha’s eyes, painted with simple lines and bright colour, watch. Around the stupa walks a constant flow of people, prayer beads in hand, spinning prayer wheels and chanting. They take breaks to say hello to friends, put a bill in the hands of a blind beggar, or light a candle, then re-join the circle. I join them. I’ve done this now for 5 years, my 36 hour travel to get here feels like its own pilgrimage.
I’ve come to make photographs and, believing you can’t photograph something you’ve not experienced, I join the circle and walk clockwise around the giant stupa, along with the faithful, the tourists, the crimson-clad monks, and the mangiest dogs you’ve ever seen. Not a Buddhist myself, I have nonetheless found my own deep meaning here, amidst the smoke and incense, pigeons and pilgrims, my walk around this stupa, a prayer that my eyes be open to what is around me. It’s a reminder to my own soul to live in the moment and be receptive, a prayer as often as not that’s been answered by the camera in my hand, the gift of which has been a life-long opening of my eyes.
I walk around the stupa and as I do the light changes as it rises, it goes from sidelight to backlight, sidelight to frontlight. I feel my feet quicken when the sun is at my back, speeding me back around to that point when the sun is rising in front of me over the jumbled rooftops, and setting the prayers flags and the smoke of incense ablaze, backlit and magical. As I do a monk strides by, his box of incense swinging wide. I drop to my knees, raise my camera to my face and begin muttering, which I do often when the camera is involved, and which I’m sure to passers-by, if they’re paying any attention to me at all, sounds like a prayer. I suppose it is, though I’m not sure if I’m praying to God that He open my eyes, or to the camera itself that it do that magical thing where the beauty of the photograph expresses even a sliver of this moment.
That’s the gift of photography, my eyes open to moments and allowing me to live moment by moment, in miraculous fractions of seconds, instead of day by day. God, I love it here.
Boudanath is indeed a magical place. Thanks for bringing me back.
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Love the smell of Nag Champa in the morning. 🙂
My favorite country to visit and photograph. I am envious, I was planning to go back and spend October in Nepal, but, life happens. There is always springtime…
Beautiful capture of the monks! Light a candle in the push cart at the foot of the stupa for all of us. 🙂
Must make my own pilgrimage back there. Thanks again for sharing and introducing me to Kathmandu. Have a wonderful trip!
What a magical wait to start the day! Great update as always.
That is a seriously beautiful capture, my friend. It has so much depth. It makes me feel like I’m there, standing next to the folks in the image. It captures the mood, the time of day, the chill in the air, and all the indescribable things that images can where words fall short.
Just a wonderful image….
David… the way you write is amazing… love to read you… as much as love to watch your pictures… Damn… you’re good!
Feel like i’m there..with you… ahhh… maybe one day…. 🙂 Take care!
wow, this is what travelling is about..beautiful capture..
Love it! Boudhanath is always magic, specially in the morning…
Buddhists walk only an odd number of turn around the stupa, some do hundreds in a day! How many you did? 😉
Enjoy your day!
Well written soulful comments
Hey, he is still there making the rounds. That is the same man I took a picture of (with the dog in the corner). I am jealous, wishing I was back there. Have fun!
Lyrical prose….made me feel the scene….almost forgot that the reason I opened the link was to look at the photographs of Kathmandu.
Thanks as always David.
David….. Your so poetic and living in the moment … You bring us along on your journey through words and images. Your words are as alive as your images….We are so honored to be on this journey with you….:)
Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!
I can almost smell the incense… and feel enveloped by the community of pilgrims…. thanks for sharing your adventure….
Good morning. Hope you are doing well. Awesome Post and waiting for more. Take care. Have a nice day.
Your prayer was answered David. I love the softness of the light and richness of the red on the Monks robe, a fantastic “slice of life” in Kathamandu. Thanks for sharing this!