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.
Out the window
Luck
Waiting
Down the road
Tiny little one
Afternoon Light
Snowed in
That Light
Color
Formerly something else
Old and New
Before
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