Little Sóc in the land of the Lamas…
Father and daughter wandered through a miniature Tibetan plateau, along winding roads beneath slowly drifting white clouds, visiting ancient monasteries hidden among rocky mountains and cold winds…
The clear-eyed girl skipping across the monastery courtyard… 
On that journey—in the final photographs—Dad and you reached Lamayuru, a monastery over a thousand years old, in a place called “Moonland” because the surrounding terrain reminds people of the moon's surface… And there, something very special happened, something still untold…
The energy of an ancient monastery, like an isolated oasis, is so gentle, supportive, and restorative…
Becoming a hermit is a wonderful stepping stone,
But not the endpoint of the evolutionary journey.
