Each minute carries with it such uniqueness and unexpected splendor. The touching moment as Karmapa waits for his wife so they can walk out together. Victor’s little eyes so full of life and innocence. Deep blacks and burning florescent brilliance. A single delicate gesture floating in open space. The wondrous drone of Karmapa’s voice as I wander peering through openings in curtains, from behind flowers and cascading lamps casting playful shades on the faces in the dark. I love what I do. Finding the subtleties and nuances in a room such as this one, full of color, shadow, and movement. Composed under the bright lights of Dharma the majestic subtleties of our dearest memories reign supreme.
Karma Migyur Ling Montchardon
























