Why yes, we /do/ have giant mushroom statues on the roadside.
Paper-cut shadows from the elementary school windows.
Some pollution from smoke stacks in Shinglin billow in view from our track and field.
I'm obsessed with trying to get a good photograph of this place from the rumbling school bus.
Maybe some day the bus will break down there (quite possible) or I'll stop on my own.
Does Number Seven mean that you can't play your character here, Gayla?
Yingcai's idea of a "BBS" ...way to get with the technological times, D00Dz!
A day of eating photojournaled for Robinanne.
Let us start with breakfast: some sort of soy or rice milk, and some sort of oily breadstuff.
Hrrm, let's see... I think we have all the food groups represented in this snack:
Anise flavoured melon seeds with plain, rose-flavoured, and gray tea-stained pumpkin seeds.
So much meticulous artwork and now you're just going to THROW IT ALL AWAY! /BRILLIANT/, DAHLING!
A passable school lunch, with plenty of nabbed fruit for when I'm hungry later.
A soup-sort of liquid with egg residue, greens with necessary hot sauce, mung bean sprouts, and er... um?
A gift from an office-mate of a sweet fried thing sparsely coated with sesame seeds
Now THIS is a meal. Georgie-dear's Birthday meal, in fact. With a couple very large fish.
A wonderful treat after so much school cantin food.
Jenny is a specter of shrouded beauty in the living room.
A planter of lilypads on the Brown Sugar patio, a favourite hang-out.
My elementary school writing teacher, Karin Faulkner, and one of her cats I immediately so adored.