I call these Mao-Mobiles because they are the colour and style of the era.
Oh, maybe because they /are/ from the era.
A young girl waits to be picked up from her downtown school.
A perfect time to be clambering on statues while clutching an egg.
This sculpture of shoes really speaks to me on a profound level. In Chinese, though. And too loudly to be intelligible.
It's saying something like, "The old style may look ugly and worn, but it stays firm and useful... while the new fashion is weak and passing."
So strength of character should be valued over superficial concerns. And if you cherish the old, it will keeps its shine.
Wait, actually, it may just be a sculpture of shoes.
Textures of walls, rooves, steps, and pillars near an army base I stumbled upon.
View of the street from the temple above.
View of the temple from the street below.
I swear this overpass-construction wasn't over the road here a week ago.
Are those... barnacles on your pilings? Yes, it looks like they're recycling shipwrecks.
Birds swoop and spiral, appearing to pluck the power lines like an electric skysichord.
Tirelessly keeping up apparent scales practice.
Evelyn and me in the taxi home from massages.
Go game in the reflection, on the patio at Brown Sugar Cafe.
This is a picture of a dog in a bicycle basket. Yep.
He's not smiling because...
he's a terrible nose-keeper.
Time to call a professional!
Glaaaaaahr! Fruits are, (from left to right): Pomelo, Molly, and Persimmon.
Several fruits were harmed immediately following the making of this picture.