Jonbu the baker

The Kaoshung trip was weird. Everything seemed too natural for me. It’s been more than a decade since I last visited, but EVERYTHING was the same as I remembered. It’s like going into the past, and feeling completely comfortable about it. I didn’t even fill up my CF for the 5 days I was there. The usual urge of taking pictures vanished the moment I started listening to grandma’s familiar voice and stories. I even forgot to take pictures with my architect cousin. It’s after I came back to Taipei that I realized, “Woah, wha, eh. no pictures of him?”. Weird.

I did get some pictures of the house tho. Many of my better childhood memories were made in this house. It wasn’t out of amusement that I took these pictures. It was more out of duty and boredom, more like “Didn’t have a digicam last time I was here, better do it now.” I was photographing my childhood.

The older-sister, new-cellphone cousin just came out of her locked, air-conditioned room where the jony-put-his-pictures-here PC is situated.

The original plan was to post this with pictures, but who knows when that will happen.