Where the borders of Sichuan, Tibet, and Qinghai meet…after cycling up to 5020m. July 2011
The sacrifice of a sheep for Eid al-Adha عيد الأضحى October 2012, Aksu Xinjiang
Feast of the Sacrifice is an important religious holiday celebrated by Muslims worldwide to honor the willingness of the prophet ʾIbrāhīm (Abraham) to sacrifice his young first-born son Ismā’īl (Ishmael) as an act of submission to God’s command and his son’s acceptance to being sacrificed, before God intervened to provide Abraham with a Lamb to sacrifice instead. In the lunar Islamic calendar, Eid al-Adha falls on the 10th day of Dhu al-Hijjah and lasts for four days. In the international Gregorian calendar, the dates vary from year to year, drifting approximately 11 days earlier each year.
Mother and son pick apples in the family’s orchard, September 2012
Early fall is fruit harvesting season in Xinjiang. Many families have their own orchards and fields that they grow a variety of fruit. The fruit is stored in a small building and eaten through out the fall and winter.
Fruit picking is much more difficult than you would imagine; as I dropped at least 1 in every 4 apples and pears I picked.
Life on the Tibetan Plateau (by Ellen Moseman)
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The eldest sister helps dress the younger before heading to town for supplies. Tibetans generally have 2 sets of clothing and you can see the eldest wearing her work clothes while the younger wears ornate and clean clothing when leaving home. It took approximately an hour for this young lady to clean and dress before heading out with a few of the family members. This family consisted of 10 members and lived in this room together.
U-Tsang Tibet, September 2011
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Tibetan girl wears a traditional dress (coat) and poses before attending a dance. Tibet Autonomous Region, 2011
Children in Tajikistan, one day after the civil war erupted in the Pamirs. July 24, 2012
My body was badly wounded from my near drowning and had been pushing my bike up a pass as the bolt on the seat post was stripped. I could barely walk, ride, let alone push a bicycle carrying 80kgs. I stopped here to have lunch, where they allowed me to nap for a couple of hours and to dry from the rain. The kids and I played for a little while until the adults ran them out so I could shut my eyes. I had slept on the stall of an old bazaar the night before…finally some rest.
The oldest boy comes to me as I’m leaving with his bicycle. His front tire is flat and I pump both tires up for him, leaving them all with smiles. I also gave him an old bike tire tube he could use for strapping things down with.
The people of Tajikistan are some of the warmest and welcoming folks I’ve encountered on my journeys. Allahu Akbar!
Uzbek boy flexing his biceps for the camera in a small village near Samarkand. This is the family’s naan cooking and food preparation.