Twenty five minutes from Shenyang city is a place the taxi drivers know as Hunhe zang. Our school building is there. On sunny afternoons, when elementary noises have settled, I look out the window at snowy fields and small, brick houses. A few weeks ago, I took a walk down the lane. So close to a city of 7.5 million people, there are many little villages living their own way. And they live in this lovely winter afternoon light.
Before
Tiny little one
That Light
Down the road
Old and New
Luck
Formerly something else
Color
Waiting
Snowed in
Afternoon Light
Out the window
