And so the exertion continues, our little hearts murmur, our feet take us where we need to go, the pure white morning sunlight blinds us... reminders of what it means to be human, to walk a globe that is forever spinning in a fathom of space, revolving around an orb of fire, in sync with the stars, moon and oceans... an inconceivable notion that exists in front of us daily.
The mountains of Kenting just slipping into the sky.
I wonder too. I wonder about many and more things also.
Being sure to keep out the evil spirits.
A guardian of the graves.
Fishing on a lake of silver.
Every dry good you can imagine in very large quantities at the dry goods market.
Spending the weekend with some talented musicians, under a tin roof making music til late in the night.
Ghost money and offerings.
It's all about the money, honey.
The intimidating walk up to Emperor Yuan.
Oh no you dint!
This mechanical woman delivered a small scroll with my fortune on it.
Turtle sammich.
Many sticks of incense burn in the temples. I wish I could share the scents that waft through the heat of the afternoon. It's warm and comforting; it's a placid reminder that you have other senses.
