Buddhist monastery at dawn
I wake up early in the morning and go out to see this little town of Khurutang, near Punakha, Bhutan. The sky is cloudy and the wind is gentle. A ray of sun occasionally pierces through the blanket of fog, suddenly lighting up the golden spire on top of a building. It looks mysterious, almost like a Hitchcock movie plot, so I walk in that direction.
It’s a Buddhist Gompa, a place of learning, lineage and meditation. I take a picture of young monks sweeping the courtyard as a old woman walks past me.
“Kuzu zangpo la,” I greet her.
She looks at me, raises her hand and keeps walking towards the main temple, with a prayer wheel vigourously spinning in her hand.