Tibetan Boy
Tibet: Drepung Monastery
He carries a thermos filled with ghee. As he enters each shrine, he adds ghee to the flickering butter lamps before each statue of Buddha. Maybe he utters a prayer. Or maybe he constantly utters prayers as he makes his way through the labyrinth of rooms.
The day was overcast. Fog rolled over the mountain tops. Soft, indirect light from the stones on the path bounced onto the boy lighting him and the deep red pillar. The background went black. I love when that happens!