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Was sorting some negatives and I found some that got away from me. Back in 06 I was in the Aba grasslands again and took my Yashica GSN as sort of a backup camera, turned out I ended up using it a lot when my Canon 20D was not up to the conditions there. Good old film to the rescue in some places where my digital was being wonky. For some reason though I never did get to doing anything with these negatives, maybe I was busy and forgot or they got lost in the pile or something but I got them out and scanned and its nice to look at them. I kind of like the feeling I got looking through these pictures, its has been two years since I took the images and the memories came back of the stinging cold combined with the intense sunlight, the high altitude, and the clean freezing air that burned my nostrils as a breathed and froze my breath to my camera.
Anyway, here are some of the "lost" images.
These pictures taken at the Hong Yuan monastery near Huanghediyiwan in Aba where I was in the monetary with the monks, had lunch with them, lots of huge beef chunks in a rice porridge. Later I went out to find the bathroom (which turned out to just be a field) and saw a guy bringing his daughter wrapped in cloth for a funeral, later all the monks inside the monetary came out and performed a ritual involving the throwing of rice and chanting. (Yashica GSN, Ilford XP2)
I probably stuck out a bit in this place, everyone was looking at me.
Young monk easily distracted while reading his book like stack of pages. Seems all kids like their distractions while studying.
This guy sitting solitary in one of the last rows. As I understood it the farther in you sat towards the center the farther up in "rank" you were in the temple.
A small break during the chants to look at the stranger.
Monks of all sizes and age.
I was carefully moving in and out of the crowd of people snapping pictures of the people and trying not to get in anyones way, a few people still have to stare at me though.
During a Tibetan funeral, the deceased is on the left in the cloth.
Father of the deceased, second from from the right, many people come to offer their prayers with the monks.
Despite the bright sun its still very cold in the grasslands. The harsh light and the bitting cold don't do wonderful things for your skin.
After the funeral an old lady gets help adjusting her outfit.
Outside one of the small satellite shrines people spend the day sitting around and practicing their religion, well...almost everyone, one boy still has this toy Styrofoam thing.
Anyway, here are some of the "lost" images.
These pictures taken at the Hong Yuan monastery near Huanghediyiwan in Aba where I was in the monetary with the monks, had lunch with them, lots of huge beef chunks in a rice porridge. Later I went out to find the bathroom (which turned out to just be a field) and saw a guy bringing his daughter wrapped in cloth for a funeral, later all the monks inside the monetary came out and performed a ritual involving the throwing of rice and chanting. (Yashica GSN, Ilford XP2)
I probably stuck out a bit in this place, everyone was looking at me.
Young monk easily distracted while reading his book like stack of pages. Seems all kids like their distractions while studying.
This guy sitting solitary in one of the last rows. As I understood it the farther in you sat towards the center the farther up in "rank" you were in the temple.
A small break during the chants to look at the stranger.
Monks of all sizes and age.
I was carefully moving in and out of the crowd of people snapping pictures of the people and trying not to get in anyones way, a few people still have to stare at me though.
During a Tibetan funeral, the deceased is on the left in the cloth.
Father of the deceased, second from from the right, many people come to offer their prayers with the monks.
Despite the bright sun its still very cold in the grasslands. The harsh light and the bitting cold don't do wonderful things for your skin.
After the funeral an old lady gets help adjusting her outfit.
Outside one of the small satellite shrines people spend the day sitting around and practicing their religion, well...almost everyone, one boy still has this toy Styrofoam thing.
