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Walking Around The Outskirts

It took me two hours of walking until I finally warmed up to photographing. I don’t know what it was – but I just wasn’t really feeling my shots. I wasn’t in the mood to pull out the camera and really work things. So I walked. And I kept walking. Uphill even.

First I went uphill and to the East, away from the Bodhnath Stupa – I didn’t know how far I would go, just that I would walk until I didn’t feel like walking uphill anymore. An hour later, I turned around. Of course I didn’t see another photographer and I definitely didn’t see anyone other than the people that live here. As I continued walking I’d wave hello to the shopkeepers, or the metal workers, or… the people lying down in the fields of dead grass and garbage. That was on the way up.

On the way back, I pulled out my camera and started looking for shots. While some photographers will tell you that they love their long, 300mm lenses when they travel because they can ‘catch’ people – I’ll tell you that I love my 35mm prime. Sure it’s a 50mm on my camera body – but that’s perfect.  Because you don’t get shots like these from 40 feet back, and you can’t get them without having a technique to how you photograph. There’s no hiding when all you’ve got is a prime lens and you have to get within five feet of your subject – or closer.

With a 300mm lens – you’re rarely getting anyone looking right into your camera. And for me – if they’re not looking right down my lens then what’s the point? I want the connection between me and the subject – even if it’s just for 1/125 of a second and three frames.

See you tomorrow.

Kathmandu. Nepal. Photos. Bodhnath. Stupa. Bohda. Travel. Photography. LeahAndMark.com

Bhutanese Refugees in Atlanta

Bhutan. A small country, primarily known for its concept of Gross National Happiness, situated to the east of Nepal between India and Tibet. It’s a lovely country, but like any other nation, it has a not-so-lovely history. In the mid-1980s, Central and Northern Bhutanese, comprised largely of two ethnic groups in the hopes of forming a homogeneous society, began making life increasingly more difficult for the Southern Bhutanese or Lhotshampa people, many of whom had ethnic ties to Nepal. Lhotshampas spoke Nepali, dressed Nepali, and were Hindu. The Northern Bhutanese speak Dzongkha and practice Buddhism.

A census was conducted to determine whether the Lhotshampas were in Bhutan legally. Identity cards were issued. Laws were passed requiring all Bhutanese citizens to assume the cultural dress of the Northern Bhutanese. Lhotshampas were fined or jailed for dressing in Nepali clothing. The Nepali language was not allowed to be taught in schools. Many Lhotshampas were arrested, and after being released from jail, found their homes destroyed. By the late 1990s, around 80,000 Bhutanese refugees were living in refugee camps in Nepal. Northern Bhutanese have moved to the south and taken over the homes and land of the Lhotshampas. They have no home to return to.

So, many of the Bhutanese refugees are being resettled here. Right here in Atlanta, in fact! And I am lucky enough to know some of them. The IRC has a “Family Mentor” program that I volunteered with and they paired me with my family. Initially, it was 7 people. Devi is the mom, Tech Nath is the husband. They have two sons, Rajesh and Roses, ages 11 and 5. Tech Nath’s parents live with them, Tuka Maya the grandma and Shree Lal, the grandpa. And the grandparents raise Tech Nath’s niece, Malati. That was the original family. But they live in an apartment complex where members of their extended family also live, so I’ve met Tech Nath’s sister Lacchi, and her husband and two young children. And Beda and his wife Camala, and their adorable baby girl Bimala and Beda’s mom whose name I can’t remember. Beda is a cousin, I think.

Anyhow, there’s a large, loving Bhutanese family and they have welcomed me – and MY family – into the mix! Mark and I were invited to join them for a special puja on Sunday where the wives pray for their husbands. They put a red dot in my hairline and gave me a red beaded necklace to signify that I am married. They dressed me up in a gorgeous sari that Devi had brought over from Nepal, and first we visited the amazing Hindu temple in Lilburn (http://atlanta.baps.org/), where they made an offering to Ganesh and we had a mammoth photo session, and then we went to their community center for the puja and to hear a guru who had flown in from Nepal give a teaching.

And we ate roti and drank chai and it was a fantastic day.

I was impressed by how large the Bhutanese community is, and also how welcoming. So many people said hello to me, complimented my sari, offered me food and drinks. No one acted as if I was an intruder or an imposter, imposing my White Woman-ness on their holy day. They just pulled me in to the circle of praying women, pushed my hands together, and smiled. No, I’m not Hindu. No, I don’t speak Nepali – at least not well enough to know what was being said in the prayers – but I was still invited into the circle of the women and made to feel welcome. I was called “Didi” (Auntie) by all of the children. I was asked again and again to join people in pictures.

It’s a pretty special thing to be invited into a family, a culture, a community and to be treated so warmly and so well.

For those of you who have helped out so generously by donating items my family needed, thank you. They send their thanks, as well. I am happy to report that Devi has a job now, so both she and her husband are working, which definitely helps their financial situation. They are still on a very tight budget, but they are becoming self-sufficient. Tech Nath recently passed the test for his driver’s license, so the family is trying to save up for a car. All of the kids are doing GREAT in school, and Devi was recognized at her job for outstanding performance. (Lacchi is looking for part-time work now, so if anyone has job leads, please let me know! She speaks English fluently and has also learned some Spanish. She is looking for a morning shift, since she needs to be home with her kids in the afternoon. She needs more help in computer skills, but would do fine in retail or hospitality.)

Bhutanese. Refugees. Atlanta. Nepali. Nepal. Bhutan. Photos. Photography. Hindi. Festival. LeahAndMark.com