July 22, 2014
Speaking to the neighbors during an evening stroll through the gardens along the edge of the Pamirs, before breaking fast for Ramadan.
In Tajikistan, you can encounter villages predominately of women and children, as many men are working out of the country such as in Russia. I’m not sure if there many other places I’ve felt so safe and welcomed, by all.
Earlier in the day, this older woman had insisted on giving me a bath. As I’m standing in the mud packed wash room, modestly with all my undergarments on, she insists I take EVERYTHING off and get in the tub. I’m always up for an adventure and experience and this surely was…and will never be forgotten.
Later the women, children, and I would dance in a room together and that evening I would share a room with her and the youngest boy in this photo.

Speaking to the neighbors during an evening stroll through the gardens along the edge of the Pamirs, before breaking fast for Ramadan.

In Tajikistan, you can encounter villages predominately of women and children, as many men are working out of the country such as in Russia. I’m not sure if there many other places I’ve felt so safe and welcomed, by all.

Earlier in the day, this older woman had insisted on giving me a bath. As I’m standing in the mud packed wash room, modestly with all my undergarments on, she insists I take EVERYTHING off and get in the tub. I’m always up for an adventure and experience and this surely was…and will never be forgotten.

Later the women, children, and I would dance in a room together and that evening I would share a room with her and the youngest boy in this photo.

June 24, 2014
Zorna stands next to her husband in a slum camp developed for garment workers near Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 2014
This young woman is approximately 25 years old and has resided here for the last 10 years. The young couple has one son together that lives with extended family in their hometown of Jamalpur-Sherpur. I was told that the two must reside in separate quarters of the camp, as men and women are separated to prevent problems from arising.
This portrait received an Honorable Mention from the 2014 Professional Women Photographers Open Call.

Zorna stands next to her husband in a slum camp developed for garment workers near Dhaka, Bangladesh. February 2014

This young woman is approximately 25 years old and has resided here for the last 10 years. The young couple has one son together that lives with extended family in their hometown of Jamalpur-Sherpur. I was told that the two must reside in separate quarters of the camp, as men and women are separated to prevent problems from arising.

This portrait received an Honorable Mention from the 2014 Professional Women Photographers Open Call.

April 13, 2014
A written piece and published images from Tibet were featured in the annual Brooks Bugle for 2014. You can download, and read the entire article at: http://issuu.com/brooksengland/docs/bugle-2014
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A written piece and published images from Tibet were featured in the annual Brooks Bugle for 2014. You can download, and read the entire article at: http://issuu.com/brooksengland/docs/bugle-2014

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June 25, 2013
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!

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!

August 6, 2012
Tajik women making bread to deep fry for a Ramadan feast. Taking during the fighting in Khorog…life continues as usual just 200km away. Tajikistan, 2012

Tajik women making bread to deep fry for a Ramadan feast. Taking during the fighting in Khorog…life continues as usual just 200km away. Tajikistan, 2012

July 16, 2012
Tibetan Sisters at Sunrise, near Namucuo, Tibet Autonomous Region 2011

Tibetan Sisters at Sunrise, near Namucuo, Tibet Autonomous Region 2011

July 11, 2012
Kazakh Shepherds, Assey Plateau (near Almaty) Kazakhstan 2012

Kazakh Shepherds, Assey Plateau (near Almaty) Kazakhstan 2012

June 23, 2012
Bukhara at Sunset

Bukhara at Sunset

April 27, 2012
Tibetans and their motorcycle, U-Tsang Tibet (TAR) September 2011 at 5200m altitude

Tibetans and their motorcycle, U-Tsang Tibet (TAR) September 2011 at 5200m altitude

January 15, 2012
23 year old Kazakh woman with wedding gifts. Near Balicun, Xinjiang. December 1 2011 

23 year old Kazakh woman with wedding gifts. Near Balicun, Xinjiang. December 1 2011 

September 29, 2011

Tibetan nomad women making cheese from fresh curds and whey.

I lived with these milkmaids for one night. I got to eat some of the curds and whey and some cheese. These women are nomads and they live in these tents but it’s not their homes. They lived down the mountain, which I was headed up. You can’t stand up in these tents for more than a second or your taken over by the smoke from the fire. Your eyes water so bad and your breath is stolen until you make it to the door. You can just imagine what I smelled like after this, I couldn’t get the smoke smell out for a few washings.

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