Looking at the pictures, I was taken back to the thrill of holding the Martial, and Bateleur eagles. I remember how it felt having a creature of that mass landing on my arm, and I envy the relationship this girl has with the eagle. At the age of 13, this Mongolian girl is a inspiration.
The Kazakhs take the eagles from the wild, nurture them, train them, hunt with them for years, and then release them back into the wild. To me there is something poetic about this cycle. I found myself yearning to spend time with these people, and learn their ways. There are so many story ideas in the pictures that I am almost certainly going to have to do something involving a character based off this young woman.