
the title says it all

A new rhythm has emerged. The passing of time measured by moon phase and sunrise. Circles within circles. Continue reading

walked a dozen blocks,
breathing it all in
the old, the new, the beautiful, the crumbling, all linked together by sidewalks and narrow streets like strings tying together.
walked a dozen blocks, lived a dozen different lives
the doorways, the windows, the alleys
worlds like secrets written on a piece of paper,
folded, in my pocket

A wall of gold has been mounted on Shu brocade.
Craftsmen from Wu collect spare change
To pay tribute to the abundance of a myriad of families.
The watchtowers of the city rise to great heights.
The bustling scene is truly impressive.
It is a chance to explore vestiges of bygone days.-excerpt from a poem on the Qing Dynasty remake of Qīngmíng Shànghé Tú
Located in the foothills of the Yellow Mountains, Tunxi is Continue reading
(a mostly visual exploration of the Mullae Art Village)
I couldn’t stop taking pictures. Everywhere I looked there was something wonderful and mysterious. The line between art, accident, and naturally occurring residue was completely blurred. One of my most favourite combinations. Continue reading