We left the cool green morning that collects between the trees near the volcanoes to make our way down to the southern tip of the island. Look out across flaxen fields of grass dotted with cattle and horses the color of sand to see the ocean meet the sky.
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In the early mornings a cool dew now lingers in the grass, but like my vague thoughts of winter it disappears with the sun. Continue reading
This is what January feels like in the Philippines, I thought, as our boat motored across a perfect expanse of blue toward the little island of Cabilao. The January place we had just left with its grey and ice and bundled clothing literally melted away.
Blue sky, blue water, warm skin, a thousand dancing diamonds stretched out before me. Continue reading
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