I am still finding it difficult to incorporate photos into my writing. Writing in general is a hobby of mine. Even for short emails i can sink hours into composition because i like the process of turning things over in my mind and seeking language that fits. I wouldn't consider myself a particularly good writer, but i am at least a mindful one.
What i am not, is a photographer. I don't really enjoy spending hours perfecting my photos. When there are so many people out there for whom photography is a hobby, and who are traveling to the exact same places i am, it feels gratuitous for me to post my dumb little happy snaps. I am primarily moved to take a picture when joy catches in my chest, but invariably the result doesn't do justice to the beauty of the moment. How could it? My camera phone is a cheap tool, whereas my vision is a spectacular mess of biological input twisted through a lifetime of memories and experiences.
Here is a great example. I loved my time in Kaohsiung. It felt like a big city, it was dirty and bustling and filled with smells and sights round every corner. I don't have any photos that capture that. Here are some giant teddy bears i found sitting on a junction box in a back alley after the rain.
When the sun goes down here, there is a really weird orangey light that i have rarely seen in other countries. I am not sure if it is a result of air pollution or the ubiquitous cloud cover or just some way that the local plants and architecture react to the golden hour. Here is a patch of pineapple bushes and banana trees out near the badlands during that time.
Something i haven't written about is the quirks of plumbing here. I think tap water is potable in most cities, but there is still a culture of drinking bottled water. One unusual aspect of this is the water stores where people go to fill up five gallon jugs. This one has robot dispensers.
Does this picture capture my elation at finally seeing some big sky again? You tell me.