â€œAcross the plain to the horizon were the small patches in shades of green. Scattered under bamboos turned ever so slightly yellow were the farmhouses of frame bamboo covered with bamboo matting and rice straw thatching. Occasionally there was a more prosperous, tile-roofed farmhouse surrounded by a wall. Inside were the family, the chickens, the pigs, the water buffalo.â€ [6-7]
In his book Broken Bits Don Flaherty describes a trip he took from Chengdu to Hong Kong and back by truck, jeep, plane, train, and boat. The first leg of the trip, by road was by open, public truck crammed with goods, luggage, and passengers. â€œOnce we passed from the Chengdu Plain, the country became rugged. But it continued to be intensely cultivated. There were terraces all of the way up the hillsides â€“ sometimes twenty or more levels from the bottom. The geometry of man imposed on the ancient angry thrusts of nature.â€
Calisthenics. Don Flaherty also witnessed a political demonstration while in Chengdu. â€œThe students at Szechwan National Universityâ€¦which is just down the Min River from Chengtu, once obtained the release of a former City councilor arrested by the secret policeâ€¦[O]ne evening when [the councilor] was walking down a city street he was grabbed by a man in a jeep and whisked off to an unlighted prison cell. His wife got in touch with the Student Self Government Association at Szechwan National University, where he was well known and admired because of his speeches `in the name of the peopleâ€™ thereâ€¦The next morning more than 2,000 students were on the marchâ€¦About one in ten left his classes at West China Union to join the protest.â€ 
â€œThe road in from the bridge and the old South gate is one of the cityâ€™s main arteries.â€ 
â€œThere are annual sacrifices to Li-Ping at his temple at Kuanhsien, and his six characters advise to â€˜Dig the channels deep and keep the dykes lowâ€™ is adhered to by a yearly cleaning of the irrigation canals.â€ 
â€œAs the driver [of the postal truck] started down the mountain he turned off his motor. I braced myself. As we free-wheeled around blind S-curves the driver leaned on his hornâ€¦When our momentum became so great that we couldnâ€™t have gotten around the next curve on even two wheels, the driver reluctantly applied the brakes. The brakes were uneven, and the truck began swaying from side to side. I wondered whether I was lucky or unlucky to be seated so as to be unable to see where I would end.â€ 
â€œThere were places where manâ€™s geometry was impossible, and the red, yellow, or chocolate brown earth stood chin up. There was little foliage, the hills centuries ago having been denuded of trees in the clearing of the land or because of the great need for fuel. There were clumps of the quick growing, great grass, bamboo, and scattered oil trees of tung and castor, pruned to within an inch of their lives.â€ 
â€œIn the Châ€™in Dynasty Li-Ping became Governor of Szechwan and engineered the division of the water of the Min River as it enters the Chengtu Plain at Kuanhsien so that the whole plain is irrigated, and thanks to his genius there has never been a famine on the Chengdu Plain.â€ 
Carrying an automobile across the water.
Expressing anti-American sentiment, American flags were painted on sidewalks to be trampled and defiled during WWII.
These women are learning how to fire rifles in an effort to help the Japanese fight during WWII.
â€œShortly after five Lusa, the rickshaw puller, and I left our riverside compound for the city. [Huaxida], which is the Romanization of the Chinese characters meaning West China Union University campus, lies just south of the Min River, which serves as a moat around Chengtu. We crossed the river by means of the Marco Polo bridge â€“ so called because it is described in THE TRAVELS OF MARCO POLO. The marble facings were long ago removed, leaving only a rough, old graceful span.â€ 
â€œI have often thought about the question: â€˜What makes a city glamorous?â€™ Certain cities, Paris, Peiping, New York, San Francisco, have a certain â€˜itâ€™ that most cities lack. One of the factors of a cityâ€™s appeal, I think, is concerned with geographyâ€¦On its narrow peninsula where the Chaling joins the Yangtze, Chungking rises on its steep bluffs out of the mists of its rivers.â€ [17 â€œOn an island in the Yangtzeâ€¦is the Chungking winter airportâ€¦In Februaryâ€™s low water the island was alâ€™ but connected with the Chungking shore.â€ 
Craftsmen engages in the same sort of work usually have shops on the same street. On sliver street, artisans fashion trays, tea services, eating utensils, and delicate filigree jewelry from pure silverâ€¦Since the war brought the aluminum skins of airplanes there has sprung up an aluminum streetâ€¦
Men working in the countryside. This image captures a man operating a water wheel.
â€œIn the last twenty years several of the city streets have been widened.â€  On the modern, paved and widened streets photographed by Don Flaherty, bicycles now raced past rickshaws under the watchful gaze of modern police. â€œOn the streets there are a few jeeps and civilian cars. At each bridge there is usually a broken-down truck, unable to make the grade. There are young Chinese, and foreigners of all ages on bicycles. There are many rickshaws: broken down public ones whose coolies wear straw sandals even in the coldest weather, and shiny private ones with pneumatic tires, upholstery, tiger skin lap robes, feather dusters and better dressed coolies.â€ [68-69]
â€œWhere there are streams of sufficient force there are water wheels. The force of the water against the baffles turns the wheel, raising bamboo tubes which have collected water and emptying the tubes at the top into a trough, from which bamboos lead to the terraces to be irrigated.â€ 
â€œThe shop fronts are open to the street, and are closed at night by putting boards in place. The family running the shop lives behind and over it in the same building.â€ 
â€œThere are also streets whose craftsmenâ€¦produce shoes, furniture, cotton goods, woolen cloth, silk embroideries, pewter, wood carvings, and pottery.â€ 
â€œThe water is raised by crude wooden chain lifts whose treadles are worked by the feet of of two, four, or even six men.â€ 
On the rooftop were the green vegetables drying in the sun.â€ 
In Nei Kiang, Don Flaherty rendezvoused with friends to make the rest of the journey by jeep. The roads remained rough but passable with rivers crossed by ferry boat. â€œThe ferrymen begin work at dawn, the postal truck for Chungking usually being the first vehicle across. Just at dawn we reached the end of the road, and drove the jeep aboard the ferry. While we were waiting for the ferrymen to arrive, Olin and I got some boiling water from a man selling tea, and , using the hood of the jeep as a dressing table washed and shaved. There was even time to eat some eggs poached in water sweetened with sugar and wine. The postal truck with my friends of the day before didnâ€™t arrive, and we made the trip across all alone.â€ 
â€œMy room was directly on the city wall at the top of a cliff overlooking the Chaling River. Below were the black tiled roofs of houses hugging the cliff with black wisps of smoke adding to the mistâ€