First, I apologize for posting an article about an ice festival just one week before April, but I've been busy. Actually, I'm still busy. So this is why you're getting a photo essay.
But before I dump my SD card on you, here's some background: The Harbin Ice Festival has been going on annually for about 17 years, and is now one of the biggest in the world. It's made up of three snow and ice sculpture parks, and goes from the end of December through February.
Where is Harbin, you ask? It's in China. More specifically, Northeast China. It was once a sleepy fishing village, until 1897 when Russians settled and built what is now known as the Trans-Siberian Railway. So besides being a place to see cool ice sculptures, it's also a way to soak up some Russian culture in China.
Fall has always been my favorite time of year. The air is crisp, the leaves are changing, boots and scarves are for sale. But now that I live in China, there’s another reason to look forward to the season: persimmons.
Starting a few weeks ago, the fruit began popping up all over the markets—showcased as the prized product by every vendor. They are being sold on street corners, in grocery stores. The woman I kindly refer to as “the fruit lady” behind my apartment complex has been shoving bags full of them into my hands, demanding that I buy them. I tell you, the Chinese have a certain charm.