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