I’ve just returned from two and a half weeks in Taiwan. I was born there, moved to America at the age of two and grew up in the Midwest.
This was my first trip to Taiwan with a photographic eye. Wow. The island is a mix of tropical paradise, grand mountains, crowded smoggy metropolises, whiz bang technology, tense politics, ragtag bustling marketplaces and old traditions. Compositionally, everything was fresh and new. The mountains are lush and craggy. The trees are delicate and curvy. The cities are bright and brash. The culture and traditions are quirky and fascinating to my Midwestern mind.
And yet, being there was not like being at just another tourist destination. There’s something about returning to one’s homeland that’s just starting to sink in.
I’m just about over the jet lag. Welcome to the New Year.
