Window on George

Every Sunday my mother and I took the route 14 out of Changhua towards Nantou. At the height of summer one can buy lychees from the farmer's blue truck parked in the road in front of his orchard. Pineapples, guavas, dragon fruit, bananas. But mostly we passed them all, because we had only ONE destination in mind: Sticky, Sweet, Fragrant Yams. Once again, I couldn't believe my eyes when I found the same old lady at her stall. I told her my mother loved her yams, and her eyes twinkled with delight. I stopped every few metres until there was none left. Next stop, our favourite nursery. A popular sight all along the road: It was a lovely clear day, and the Central mountain range forms a perfect backdrop to the farm lands. A splash of wild mustard. Every guava is protected from the birds and elements, already in its plastic packaging.  ...

Demolished Aboriginal houses on the slopes of Bagua Shan. Testimony to a past life. A heart-wrenching look through the windows of a broken home. A room without a view.  The remains of an open-air kitchen, with blue and white tiles. A sunny porch House with Hat