I was in the Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Seattle last night, photographing a candlelight ceremony to honor the passing of the monastery's much-loved head lama, Dagchen Rinpoche.
In my 40-plus years as a photojournalist, the scene I beheld last night was one of the most beautiful things I have witnessed. Soft voices joined in a sweet, chant-like prayer, and monastery lights were turned down low. The human faces, glowing in that soft candlelight, were simply lovely.
I am often awed by the power that a still photograph has to convey emotion, but in this instance, nothing can match the experience of being there.
