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Horsemen of the Son Kul

My Scholarship entry - A 'place' I have visited

Kyrgyzstan | Friday, July 5, 2013 | 5 photos


I've always loved photography. Or I guess so. But I didn't know until the day my father put an old Canon in my hands and I started making efforts to get my horizons straight. It was Africa and he was giving me the greatest of gifts: I was picturing the world through the meeting with people of any culture, color and gender, and, from that instant on, through the eye of my camera. I was hardly trying to understand while framing my story, rather than writing it down. When a couple of years ago he got into a serious illness which attacked his bones I started exploring more and more alone, on my own reporting back from different routes.

Photography is something very important to me, it is a need to express what I live and experience and tell this to other people who can not be there and see it. Because world is the greatest book and mankind writes it, someone has to witness it. I would love to go with Jason on the assignment for many good reasons that many people express: let my photography become more and more professional, learn, and then learn and then again, learn, and live the experience. Plus, white is my favorite color (well a sort of). And Greenland has a lot to do with it.

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Festival is beginning. Women, lining up with the horizon, trace the field for the upcoming game. At first sight, they seem to be the only living creatures around, apart from sheeps and horses. It's the sign. The german couple and the driver look rather incredulous. We mention the British couple who abandoned half-way while we notice, more and more, that people are coming from far away tents. They may live miles away from each other, but they don't need the Facebook to know what's happening in their world. They will know it from the next horseman passing by their yurt. He will stop for a tea, some rest and stories around the stove.

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