Showing posts with label military villages. Show all posts
Showing posts with label military villages. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tainan, Ta-ken, Tainan, Ta-ken....

Sunflowers decorate southern Tainan city.

Sunny days in Tainan and Taichung propelled me out the door, camera in hand. As always, click on any picture to be taken to its Flickr page where larger sizes are available.

Tainan streets, with their narrow widths and gobs of signs, make great photos.

My friend Johnny Z and I visited a military a couple of weeks ago as we put his new camera through its paces.

I made a panorama of northern Taichung (at left) and Tanzi from a hillside in Ta-ken.

A treehouse serves as a KTV for the local retirees of the Second Squadron military village. Johnny Z says hello from above....

Another view of the treehouse.

In Ta-ken, by the trail: ladies and gentlemen, please take your seats. Make sure your gaoliang bottles are in an upright position.....

It could be any strip mall, anywhere. but it's the Tainan Sugar Mall.

The trail beckons.

Old soldiers at cards.

In Ta-ken, I managed to grab this photo just before it took off. Masters of bird photography always amaze me with their ability to get good bird pictures, whereas I am always one second too late....

A bufalo cart blocks a road in Tainan.

In Taiwan there are plenty of seniors out and about on the mountain trails, generally leaving me in their dust.

Good hygeine is a must when preparing sausage.

A pavilion in a military village.

As I stepped on the leaves at the base of this spider's web, it tensed, drawing in its legs.

Ma-Siew flags ring an ROC cultural icon, as if protecting it.

A couple takes a break.

A couple of women take a break in the village.

In Tainan, old political banners are put to good use in a field.

Picking oranges.

A life piled in front of a house in the miltary village.

Busy as a __________.

A common Taiwan photo op: the picture in the field of flowers.

When these butterflies open their wings, they reveal patterns of amazing beauty.....

....and when they close them, leaf-shaped camouflage, a very common adaptation here.

Chatting with the neighbors.

I didn't realize it when I took the picture, but this caterpillar is festooned with ants.

Military villages, with their narrow, straight lanes, make for great photo ops.

Got this one just before he took off....

There's one on every corner.

Bees pour out of a hive in a local apiary.

The top of the Tainan Sugar Mall. The rooftop simply cries out for barbecue and disco.

A tiny grasshopper stands out due to the wrong camo.

Night falls on Tainan.

Here is someone very special, Coen Blaaw of the Formosan Association for Public Affairs (FAPA) and his wife Iris. Coen and I last saw each other some 15 years ago when I worked at the Center for Taiwan International Relations (CTIR), next door to FAPA where Coen was working, in Washington, DC. Sensing my total naivete thirst for knowledge, Coen took me under his wing and fed me the most outrageous bullshit which I accepted with goggle-eyed trusttaught me a lot about Washington and its ways. Coen not only has not aged a day since I saw him last, but he also somehow managed to marry Iris, who is both stunningly gorgeous and has the most sparkling infectious laugh. And he still has all his hair, too. Isn't there a law against this?

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Abandoned Tainan

Time for another day trip. Fresh from Strategic Management Theory class, where presenters put 250 words on a single Powerpoint slide and then read them out loud, I decided that what was needed was a few hours on a motorcycle with Johnny Z from The Real Taiwan. Otherwise I was going to be just another murder-suicide statistic....

John took me to the wreckage of a former military village, now slated for development as upscale housing.

Squatters lived in the few buildings still left partly intact.

Outside in the streets all was quiet.

Her former home? Contemplating land development?

What? Where's master's house?

Like a bombed out city.

Nearby homeless people lived in the park.

A window of opportunity, if you're into development. Or recycling.

In some of the small shops nearby people still lived and worked...

New apartment buildings dominate the area.

Is it bad luck if it just sits there...?

Kingdom of the Butterflies.

After that depressing experience, John took me over to another former military community, where the high-ranking officers once lived.

Here walls enclosed large spaces filled with buildings and the leftovers of people's lives.

There's a ladder deep down in there...

Most of the yards were overrun with former garden plants...

A well? Outhouse? Swimming pool?

The neighborhood was empty, save for seniors on motorcycles looking for things to salvage.

A park area near a market.

Another military village, also going under the wrecking ball.

Scavengers pick at the bones of the past.

John grabs a shot.

As we imagined the photographic possibilities -- the place cried out for a nude model or two -- if anyone feels like volunteering for nude modeling, let me know -- Air Force jets practiced formation flying overhead.

Treasures in every pile of trash.

Who once lived here?

Once these were shops and homes.

Because abandoned buildings just weren't depressing enough, John drove me over to a local graveyard.

Many of the tombs had old photographs, done on tile and inserted into the concrete.

I panned one of the nearby graveyards.


As we drove along, whistling past the graveyard, we encountered a goatherd and his herd of goats, which apparently numbered in the millions.

He waited for an opportune moment, then shooed them across the road to a cemetery on the other side, where plenty of grass stood to be eaten.

Here the banks of a small stream were lined with graves as far as the eye could see.

Overhead wingman and flight leader practiced their skills.

I panned the area just for fun.