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Taken 2017/2018 in the U.S., Germany, Denmark, and Taiwan.

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[p] Dad visits Taiwan

Reuniting with my parents is always an incredible joy in my life. My Mom was in Taiwan last year and this year, for my birthday, my Dad came.  As we are extensions of each other, it was beyond meaningful to share my setting and my life here. Taipei, the place, has had a significant impact on me...and since my Dad and I are so similar - or rather, since I'm very much like him - I felt confident this would make a big impact on his life.  It ended up making a huge and encompassing impression on us both. To see yourself in your Dad, to share views with a feeling of safety - just to hang around each other here was something I wish everyone could do with their father and something that I feel overwhelmingly fortunate to have been able to do.

In any event, he's a part of me and my thoughts, in a much more significant way than any other content on this site, so I thought I could dedicate this one to him. Enjoy these few pictures - this is me, and my Dad and the lady Ruei.

 

 

[p] Chinese New Year in Taipei

Chinese New Year (CNY) is, by a wide margin, the most celebrated and important holiday for Chinese culture. Each year in Taipei, the mood of the entire populous becomes a little more cheery, lively and vivid. Markets open up, the colors red and gold make the concrete structures a little more bearable. This year, we attempted to be out and around it as much as time allowed.

Living in Guandu, a neighborhood in northern Taipei, I'm located at a particularly lively spot during this holiday. On a high point near the Danshui River, sit a number of temples, the largest being Guandu Temple, first erected in 1661.

 
 
 
 

These Daoist/Buddhist temples get excessive traffic during CNY, so Ruei and I went out to be among the throngs. Here's a few photos from the holiday.

 

[p] Flea Market finds, February

The flea markets I've encountered in Taiwan are, for the most part, rather dingy. A lot is due to the source of their goods, often recycle centers and garbage. Additionally, Taiwan's climate, including the incredible and constant humidity, assures that paper and other things which can support mold or mildew colonies invariably will. You truly need to make a choice of what to save and take great care to protect the things you want to preserve.

The garbage here, as anywhere, can contain valuable things in terms of use, but not in terms of what most Taiwanese (and others) would desire. For some, it's the spirits that may lurk in them (this can be especially true for photos), for others it may be the lack of reliability in a used item's performance...among many other reasons. In most major cities here, there are hundreds of people trying to sell those things that at least once in their life were wanted and then unwanted. Death, divorce, debt, theft, or simply "cleaning house" are some of the stories that lie in between. The sellers are trying to find a new "wanter."

While the variety of things sold varies greatly, I am mostly concentrated on finding things on paper, mostly photos. The majority of the vendors are trying to sell photos one at a time and at exorbitant prices. Some ask for ~$10/photo. Photos from the Japanese occupation (1895-1945) sell for the most. I've had the good fortune to find a good man who seems to understand my inspiration and sells to me at about $0.06/photo. As I'm not a dealer, it allows me to have a meaningful collection without spending an irresponsible amount of money. A small selection of my finds are scattered throughout this entry.

To post them here in such a confused profusion seems cheap, especially if you spend any real time with the photos. These photos are mostly from family albums and capture moments that were extremely precious, especially considering the cost of a camera and developing its film in Taiwan 30+ years ago. And yet, the scattered profusion above is just a shadow of the profusion that attends these markets. I oftentimes go through thousands at a time, all mixed up, some decaying, some faded, some perfect. I discovered long ago that, after looking for a while, I  start to unconsciously connect photos and imagine/create stories. After a while, some of the photos, with unimaginable differences, can slowly start to look the same. 

 
 

While seemingly vulgar, I sometimes choose photos for their aesthetic qualities alone, not their suggested content. But oftentimes the real/imagined connections draws me in.

It does not escape me that these come, most likely, from someone who has died. While they were in that person's possession, they referred to stories, aided memories, meant something. In their current state, because they are disconnected from their source's and subject's hands, they are simply an illustration of something that once existed. There is practically zero context...only the images' superficial surface can suggest connections to our collective consciousness or recognizable places.  And yet, these connections that I consciously and unconsciously make can have some strength. 

In the process of an afternoon, I realized that a good many of the photos were of this couple...young and old, ping ponging back and forth. Pictures of them before having children, their wedding ceremony, after many years of marriage, with their children... When this happens,  especially when I find a sort of sympathetic vibration between me and their faces, I feel a bond develop. And it's a strange feeling to contemplate - a one-way bond.

But really, most things without a beating heart, if not all things, are a "one-way bond." The process of collecting "aesthetically pleasing" photos, can reinforce the seemingly obvious fact that items carry no soul. But there are certainly some that seem to come with more, no matter how much I rationally realize that it's only in my relation to it that it has that "something."

 

As a brief aside, looking at these photos one evening, one of the men's face seemed very familiar. On a whim, I checked my photos I found last year, and sure enough, the photo I remembered picking up in 2014 was a picture of the same man...with the same camera as he holds, sitting with his lady, above.

Of course, there's the issue of who's on the other side of that camera. However unknown that person is, we know how they see that moment. In some ways, we look at it through their eyes.