I still don't have the consciousness as a photographer to realize that the morning hours are without a doubt the most beautiful of the day. At 5:45 the girls got up, slipped into their boots and jackets and went out to milk the cows. Fog enveloped much of the shallow valley, clung to the lake surface. Gorgeous.
After the girls had finished milking the cows I followed them on a trail northwest, toward a small river. Idyllic scenery as the sun rose over the mountains in the distance. Walking a horse behind the cows, Delger herded them toward the river, while Solongo stood on a few planks of wood and punted herself to the far shore.
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| Punting across the river |
These bucolic scenes were just beautiful to witness. The tranquility was sublime. Hardly a sound out here to be heard. The occasional mooing of a cow, the neighing of a horse, the flapping wings of a bird. The cry of one of the girls, choo! choo! to get a horse moving. The sound of the river flowing, the sun rising echo loudest. Want to get away from it all? Come spend some time on the bank of this river. Such moments will set your soul alight.
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