These farmers are drying out wolfberries. I took this picture on a trip I took with a 'cousin' who had just gotten married. In northern Chinar, it is customary for the bride and groom to visit the bride's home within three days of the wedding and eat a feast with the bride's family. The new bride must, however, leave home before sunset. I tagged along for the ride, the meal, and the communal squatter experience.
In more contemporary news: My father passed a kidney stone today while I am battling stomach troubles attributed to possible lactose intolerance (I'm not sure, because I eat cheeses, yogurt, and ice cream fine- but I eat all of those things in moderation. The milkshake though, I always feel sick after a milkshake). The way I see it, we've all had a rough week all around. Lord, why did you make lactose so tasty, yet my people so intolerant?
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