On the Tibetan Plateau, the grassland is more than a landscape. It is a quiet presence, carrying the traces of generations.

There, everyday life, animals, belief, and the vast grassland seem almost inseparable. Prayer beads turn slowly in a hand; an ancestral Tibetan knife is carried at the side; a child looks toward the camera; hair moves in the wind; horses cross the open grassland. Everything feels calm and unhurried.

These photographs are an attempt to contemplate this relationship—not simply as a way of life, but as a sense of belonging, in which the land quietly becomes part of human life, and human life becomes part of the land.