When I was a boy living in Paris, I dreamed of traveling to places whose pronunciation ended in 'u.' Like Timbuktu, Uluru and Machu Picchu. The first one I visited as an adult was Kathmandu, arriving there with a certain tune from Bob Seger in my head. In 2001, I spent a month at the Shechen Buddhist Monastery in nearby Boudhanath where I photographed a young pilgrim atop the thousand year old stupa and artisans along the back alleys. During the day, I engaged in conversation about the teachings of the Buddha with local monks; in the evening, I walked the 'kora' with other pilgrims. These are some of the photographs I made during that journey.

This portfolio of prints - one of several made of my journeys - is printed using the format of travel prints from the nineteenth century, including title and publisher. Click for enlarged sample print.