We arrived at this bridge by starlight on a scooter that rattled what I could barely see. There were flashes in the mountains. We lay on the bridge for a while looking up at the stars, with a dark shroud falling away to...

I, an expert at killing romance, began to sing "A Whole New World". Something was definitely wrong.

first day alone

A friend of mine asked me upon showing this to him, what I was thinking when I took the picture. I'm not used to being asked what I think about what I'm looking at, so I said something mundane about the tangle of branches and their shadows. I was really thinking more about how I could fool myself into thinking that there's something mysterious in the darkness at the end of the path. I was also thinking that there doesn't actually seem to be an end to it, making the path more alluring. In reality, though I hadn't seen it yet, I knew that there was just going to be a street, with cars, and people, and gray.

my first taiwan sunset

rice fields all around, and a flock of cranes in an ancient asian poem (unfortunately not caught on film)

we wound around roads on a scooter. i had never felt such tense freedom---scared of what might happen, but willing to do anything and go anywhere.

It was unbelievably windy up there. I practically crawled. The waves were crashing violently and as my mind is strangely wont to do, I imagined how painful it would be to fall on the rocks and meet with the punch of an angry ocean.

i also have an obsession with paths, corners, windows, doors---basically, areas that make me wonder what i don't see

this is a rock in the middle of the water

formations

kenting

ban chiao

we interrupt this regularly scheduled program...

It was strange seeing the Our Father on a huge building. There was something nice about it, particularly in contrast to stupid ads that have a big picture of a can of beer with the slogan, "Available in bars, just like you."

taiwan trip, 2003

take off