The tiny village of Burunkul lies between Khorugh and Murghob in the Pamir region of Tajikistan, forgotten by civilization and clashing empires, bypassed by truckers neglected by time.
This meditative study of village of life is about sound and the passage of time, about life cycles and about technology, about the ebb and flow of civilizations and those who get lost on the cobwebs of the Silk Road. There is no narration. There are no interviews. There is nothing more that this one morning in the Pamirs.
Shot with a Sony DCR TRV27 on MiniDV. Edited in iMovie ’09. Original score composed in GarageBand.
This is the first in the series WAR. We are the victims. Yet victim implies powerlessness, guilt, and the shadow of blame. The dead blame no one.
Here are snapshots from my family vacation in Riga. I took my D700 and only my 20mm lens, and tried not to bore my wife and kid by stopping every two seconds to shoot.