When I came to the United States in 1985 there were very few of us here. We knew each other. We met at Tibet House, at the Office of Tibet, at the small Sunday gatherings in Queens and New Jersey.

I have photographed our community in America for forty years now — the Losars and the Saka Dawas, the weddings and the funerals, the visits from His Holiness, the quiet ordinary days. Many of the people in these pictures are gone now. Many more are children grown.