TAIWAN: XVI

In recognition of rural life and our livlihood in small village Taiwan, I though I would allow some pictures of the city life and market life to take their turn. There are more, many more, but I havent the time nor the patience to dedicate to finding them out among all the disks of pictures specifically. they will have their turn in this sharing-turn-theraputic stance I take with posting from memories past.



Immersing ourselves in rural life as a daily prescription to survival, we lived out our days mostly in the markets and sociality of a small place. Here are some honest sights:

Turn your head. A typical intersection where sometimes scooters outnumbered motorists, sometimes motorists outnumbered scooters, and sometimes there was ust no need to try and count. Other times, there was no way to count. You were alone. In Taiwan. At night. On a road, nowhere. Humbling.

A market where walking and driving are moral codes of conduct. From fruits to clothing, tapestries to dinner - anything could be found here.

Same market alley; person on scooter.

What would a post about Taiwan be without, somewhere, a picture of rice. It turned out to be one of my favourite items of photography. Sunset rice gleaned a different honesty that saylight rice, as did post rainfall rice over dry sun rice. The rice told a story, like the temperance monitor of the island.

A view of a roadway lined with scooters. This, without a moments hesitation, was the normal sight for any urbanized/rural-urban areas. Parking, however, was never a problem with a bike.