There is a little village behind industrial green fencing which says not to go there.  It hugs the mountainside and is conspicuously empty.  This shot took full advantage of my zoom lens.

There would be a full post full of photos about An-Ping if my computer didn’t decide to be naughty.  It has been spontaneously giving me the black abyss screen quite a lot lately, so I’ve crossed into paranoid mode and am a bit nervous about photo-ing with it until it gets happy again.  Things have been a bit nutty lately, so if you’ve left me e-mail or comments that I have yet to respond to, I’m sorry I will probably be better by mid-May.  (Um, ditto for any more people who happened to try to call me that chunk of week I neglected to notice my cell phone was dead.)

Till I achieve non-flakiness, smell the flowers, hug a tree, and do some swirly May dancing!