Our Tiny World

One of the shops in Pharping (where i buy buckets).

Our door (on the other side you will find the old monk spinning the prayer wheel from 3Am until 9PM).
Rice outside our house (before it was harvested the other day).


This is where we live--in the yellow building. Now, it's a while after lunch and so quiet--maybe loppon and tsering are still napping. Cook is whistling across the way. I hear damarus and bells. And crazy drunk guy talking loudly, and earlier, drumming and singing. It's still the festival today so the workers aren't here building the nunnery. So quiet. There's the cooing of pigeons. And the whir of insects. Shadows of prayer fags flutter upon the grass--shadows of birds flying overhead. Flower necklaces around men's necks as they ride motorcycles.