The Written Word #40

My whole life, Henry said, I’ve felt as though I were missing something, that happiness assigned to me existed always at a distance, somewhere, in some place that was somehow beyond me – and when I moved, it too moved, always away but never so far as not to haunt me with the feeling of what it might be like to be happy.

But with you, he said, turning to George and Rebecca, I feel as though I am leading the charge toward death. Happiness and I have swapped places and now it’s pursuing me for its very existence.

No matter what happens from this moment on, Henry announced, here in this place, I will always have my defining moment of victory against sadness.

Simon van Booy in Everything Beautiful Began After

Photography journey

f1010028.jpgThe state I like to be in when photographing is one where everything fades away from the forefront of my consciousness, where the minutes and hours merge into a blur.

Perhaps that is why I’ve been feeling a little dissatisfied with my photography journey lately. There is always something to do, somewhere to go, and photography gets relegated to a block of time that itself gives rise to a pressure to produce shots, sometimes for the mere sake of it.

As I post photos on this blog, I am reminded of the very activity I enjoy. So I made a pact with myself: the next time I pick up my camera, I will take all the time I need, show it more love, and hopefully, rediscover my photographic journey.

[Taipei] Fu He Bridge Flea Market 福和橋跳蚤市場


The hours of this local market are short; vendors start peddling their wares as early as 6am, and pack up around noon.

So we arrived early. We wanted ample time to browse through the wares. We were rather pleased with the array of knick knacks, vintage items, and antiques, and I had to stop myself from picking up yet another film camera and some vintage crockery.