We are fortunate to still have those who live on the land, who know it and by extension know their own place and themselves. These people who live in the elements alongside Mother Nature on the frontlines have tales to tell. Their tales are told in words, told with hands and told with song – tales that are transmitted still in that very tangible way that demands a teller and a listener.
Their faces also hint of life’s great efforts with lines and angles and wind-burned skin that tell of the joys and burdens more simply than any eloquence.
When we lose these tales and their tellers, we risk losing not only their messages but we risk losing the wisdom of generations of keen observers of the earth’s song. We risk too losing the ability to listen. The Tibetan nomads of eastern Tibet, the fierce, isolated ‘Drok’pa’ of lands closer to the sky than to the sea remain as remnants of an era of tales who have watched over the kingdoms of snow for an eternity.
These people, upon the highest most daunting plateau on the planet, the Himalayan Plateau are my focus – people, who in their own words “tell the tales of the wind”.
The Ancient Tea Horse Road
Photography Exhibition by Jeff Fuchs
Curated By Patrick Gordon
We are fortunate to still have those who live on the land, who know it and by extension know their own place and themselves. These people who live in the elements alongside Mother Nature on the frontlines have tales to tell. Their tales are told in words, told with hands and told with song – tales that are transmitted still in that very tangible way that demands a teller and a listener.
Their faces also hint of life’s great efforts with lines and angles and wind-burned skin that tell of the joys and burdens more simply than any eloquence.
When we lose these tales and their tellers, we risk losing not only their messages but we risk losing the wisdom of generations of keen observers of the earth’s song. We risk too losing the ability to listen. The Tibetan nomads of eastern Tibet, the fierce, isolated ‘Drok’pa’ of lands closer to the sky than to the sea remain as remnants of an era of tales who have watched over the kingdoms of snow for an eternity.
These people, upon the highest most daunting plateau on the planet, the Himalayan Plateau are my focus – people, who in their own words “tell the tales of the wind”.
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