All posts tagged: Taiwan

Textures of Taiwan: Kaohsiung

Every time I make up my mind to organize my traveling photos into an album and share it I stare at the number of photographs to be screened and give up before I even begin. I wouldn’t call myself a photographer. Photo taking is my way of recording things I want to remember for my art – my writing. When traveling in Taiwan earlier this summer I was really drawn to the way an environment is made up of layers upon layers. These layers interact with each other to create the landscapes around us. To me, these layers have moods and affectations, and upon encountering them I want to remember their particular sensations. They inspire me to write things. So I’ve compiled a few photographs from each location I visited just to share the scenes I thought most lovely. Photos in order: 1 – 蓮池潭 – Lotus Lake 2 – 蓮池潭, Pavilion on the Lotus Lake 3 – 駁二藝術特區, Pier 2 Art District 4 – 駁二藝術特區, Pier 2 Art District 5 – 真愛碼頭, Love Pier 6 – 旗津島, …

Modern Nomad

What is in a home? On the bus away from Taipei I feel like I’m leaving home, and also going home. Homes on top of homes – my life feels like that at times. Discarding the city of a loved language. Returning to a city of difficult language. A new city waiting in familiar and unfamiliar language. Caught between cities and languages, between weather and lives, between pasts and futures, Summers are when I feel it most: My homelessness. A homelessness I some days tire of and some days embrace. My fingers are following telephone lines today. They crisscross this country like train tracks. mountain rivers, building oceans, concrete valleys, sandy sunsets and raindrop alleys and oh. the people. like art. like music. like tea and coffee steam. like the scrape of a metal wok and the boil of soup pots. Mountains here are the backs of lion turtles and the sky knows me by the browning of my skin and how I sweat. Browning with content. Home. Home. Home. To call the dusty outline …

The Art of Leisure

The last couple of days we have been talking a lot about traveling. We’ve also begun to learn each other’s habits. Everybody travels a specific way, with certain principles and for certain purposes. In conversation, the question of how to travel tends to show up again and again. Travel light? Travel prepared? Travel without distraction? Travel and stay connected? Travel alone? Travel together? Why am I traveling? How am I traveling? These cities are wrapped in a language of delight. The streets are full of my freedom. And daily I am savouring the delight of each syllable. This rhythm is my rest, a stillness full of rewards to myself. Thank you body for the last five years. Thank you will for all your hard work. Thank you soul for the painful growing. Thank you life for all your fullness. This moment is the bend in the river. So I am remembering, I am tasting, I am seeing and I am floating. there is a solitude that not even the sticky heat of midday sun can …

Travel: Taoyuan Transit

Being at an airport at night is a very different experience. The absence of people arriving and leaving in a place defined by transitions is a bizarre type of identity crisis. My sister hopped on a travelator today expecting it to move, but it didn’t, so we walked it to the end. That’s the night time airport experience in a nutshell. A stationary travelator.  We left Toronto at 2AM local time and arrived in Taoyuan, Taiwan 4AM local time. From morning to morning. As though we lost a whole day. Toronto was beginning its night. Taoyuan was ending it. I like roaming empty hallways. I like listening to the sound of my slapping flip flops. I walked by a restaurant at 5AM, closed of course, but heard the tinkering of livelihood behind the counter. How nice to experience the rhythm of those who live out their careers and lives in this space. There is a toddler on the couch across from me. She can make agreeing and disagreeing sounds. She has her hair up in …