Hou Hai

Fog and mist in the afternoon become rain in the evening.









After dinner we watch dancers at the Lotus Gate and navigate hutong alleys, bright and glistening, and loud with soccer on the plasma screens.

Beijing days like blur

Time blurs us like a smear of rain across the night black sky. We are here, finally, waking with our alarm clocks. But our minds wander back and back and back.

Conversation days fill time and long traffic jams on the way. Laughter. Questions. We don't know where we are going. And moments of connection follow confusion and wonder and enlightenment.

Late at night it's tough to summon the strength to post and sort pictures.

But the flickr group is evolving -- new pix posted now: please click on these pictures to link.

We're exploring and learning and stumbling together.