"It was late August, but the weather in Afghanistan’s Little Pamir region had already started to change. Soon, the snow would come. I was wandering through a small village comprised of only four or five yurts, where a nomadic group was getting ready to move to a different valley. The men were all away at that moment, and the women were busy tending to the cows. Nobody paid any attention to me, not even this little girl, who was playing with her dog and some toys. When I asked her if I could take her photo, she began to laugh. That’s when it crossed my mind that childhood doesn’t last very long in a place like this — and in just a few years, she would be expected to help the adults with the herds. But as the wind blew past me, carrying the smell of livestock, I couldn’t help admiring their way of life. Even though it’s tough, it’s pure and intact, and I think there’s something to say for that."
📍Little Pamir, Afghanistan 🇦🇫