On the fourth month of the ninth year of the twenty-first century, I returned to the Motherland. I found the Mother sitting in the middle of the world, her back before me, chunks of ash from the cigar in her hand falling to her feet.
Piqued by the lack of a welcome, I called, “Black lungs make no one beautiful.”
She did not turn around and I wondered if she knew I was there. As I watched the puffs of smoke rise, I heard her ask, “What do you know of beauty?”
Glass lake from the bus to Yunshanping in Lijiang
Yak milk is...interesting. It's got a bit of a punch in the end.
Carpets for hire in Lijiang's Old Town
The occupation of the Old Town
Picking up after yourself is pretty important to the Naxi religion
Childhood in Yunnan
Arise! People who refuse to be slaves!
Bridge in the Tiger Leaping Gorge
Songzanlin Lamasery in Shangri-la / Zhongdian / Gyalthang
My National Geographic moment on the way to the lamasery
Can't be paradise without the Internet
The Old Town in Shangri-la
The steppes of Shangri-la
On the Diqing tarmac, on the way to Kunming