1987, Kathmandu, Nepal
Plate 59, 18x27
There is no place on Earth that so surely depends on its crops for their very life as do Nepal and Bhutan. During the harsh winters, without a store of rice and grains, would not survive. No help is available, so there must be a harvest, large or small, or life might well end. Migration would seem to be an option, and yet many of these villages seem to have been here before time began, and unable or unwilling to move, they remain with the harshness, the beauty and the silence.