One of the reasons why I love living in a 4 seasons zone is getting to see the change of colour schemes of the natural environment, so viscerally pleasing… With snow in they city, it’s like monochrome black and white; a rare treat, all the more special
A remote rice farming community nestled in between the Yunan mountains. I visited at the beginning of rice harvesting, photos here document the drying of bundled rice stalks, then when dried, the removal of grain with use of. Simple machine with a rotating correlated drum which helps to beat and pull the grains off. It looked so idyllic and romantic in a way, while it is back breaking work, from the repeatative work, scything, bundling bushels, set to dry, then harvesting the grains. Honest hard work, honest salt of the earth people.
The people there are diverse, a mix of upto 26 of the 50 something ethnic tribes of China, and are admirable examples of multiculturalism and coexistence. I found people there to be more accepting of others and are more laid back, gracious, hospitable, and spirited. Simply beautiful human beings.
I was fortunate enough to have been invited for a stay with family acquaintances, in their traditional home, given the best room, and they had so much empathy that they even had the shared communal outhouse of 5 households scrubbed down and bleached in preparation for our stay, as my bf at the time was deemed the foreigner’s foreigner, lol. I was so touched for their gestures and actions. More pics to follow in the days to come