title: Frogs
date: 2012-07-02 00:00
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<p>
  I’m not a photographer.  I’m not a writer either.  I don’t even have
  a story to tell, because a story would have a beginning, a climax,
  an end.  What follows is a description of immutable state only—the
  state of frogs in an artificial pond in a residential district not
  far from Shanghai’s northern railway station.
</p>

<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs01.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs02.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs03.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs04.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs05.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs06.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs07.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs08.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs09.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs10.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs11.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs12.jpg" alt="frogs" />
<img class="full stretch" src="/images/posts/frogs13.jpg" alt="frogs" />