傑森’s One Photo A Day

Photo & Diary

  • Pocket Omelette with Cheese

    Pocket Omelette with Cheese

    This morning I took Mom to the Luisa Coffee just about two blocks away from where we live for breakfast. This would be the last breakfast I could share with her for I have to leave and catch an early HSR train before the sun even rises tomorrow.

    I ordered the Pocket Omelette with Cheese for both of us because it’s her favorite. Or at least that’s what I think since she hasn’t been able to order anything for herself for quite a long time..

    And I finally told her today that I would be leaving home soon. It took her by surprise because in her mind I just came back.

    「媽，我已經回來將近一個月了⋯」

    「蛤？這麼久了喔？」

    I’ve been back at home since more than a month, but she thought I just arrived recently. Such is her memory.. or lack of…

  • Limited Sky

    Limited Sky

    I’ve looked at the same limited sky from our apartment building’s atrium countless times. Today on my way out to do some shopping, I looked up, a sudden rush of sadness came to me. I realized it’s probably because I’ll be leaving here, leaving my Mother in a few days. I can’t bear the thought of her sitting idle all day long, wasting her life away. But there seems to be no other alternatives.

    Just like the view of the sky from the atrium, limited is the solutions, the possibility, the future..

  • Unimaginable Emptiness

    Unimaginable Emptiness

    She just sat there, stared into the void.

    I looked up accidentally from the kitchen sink, saw my Mom’s reflection on the tiled wall. She was just sitting there like she always does, her eyes staring straight into nothing. I’ve given up trying to figure out what she’s looking at or thinking.

    It’s incredibly frightening for me to imagine her mind goes completely blank, for a large part of her waking hours. It saddens me to see her like that. And there’s nothing I can do..

  • Tiny Library

    Tiny Library

    This afternoon was sunny. I took my Mom out in the wheelchair to a near by park. I’ve seen this tiny library before, but it was weathered by the climate and empty. Today I noticed that from far it somehow looks different. Yes, it has been fixed up and now there’re books inside.

  • Basic Necessities

    Basic Necessities

    I took a brief stroll around the neighborhood before heading to one of the local convenient stores. These stools were in front of a popular dumpling place, which usually were occupied by patrons. Many stores were still closed today for the Lunar New Year, hence the space was deserted.

  • Wedding Portrait of My Parents

    Wedding Portrait of My Parents

    Every time when I enter my mother’s room to open the window in the morning or to do some tidying, I will see this wedding portrait of my parents. I wonder a lot of things. But I know that there’ll never be any answers..

  • The Power of Will

    The Power of Will

    No soil, no visible moisture. This plant keeps on growing. It always amazes me to see plants survive in impossible environments.

    P.S. I’m not certain but it looks like a young Banyan tree.

  • My Pinkish Shirt

    My Pinkish Shirt

    In need of a shirt that would match the joyful Lunar New Year, I found this forgotten pinkish shirt in the drawer two days ago. Come to think of it, I wonder why I ever bought this, as right now I don’t particularly care for it that much. Perhaps my aesthetic has changed, or I have outgrown that color. Although it wouldn’t have been my first choice, I’m glad it still fit..

  • Dispute Between Generations

    Dispute Between Generations

    My eldest sister questioned her son about a charge on the App Store on her phone. Her son brushed off the question while his eyes continued staring at his phone. It’s not my position to interfere. I only observed quietly.

    Is it always the case that the younger generation takes advantage of older generation’s lack of understanding about modern technology, and get away with their wrong doings?

  • New Vibrant Hometown

    New Vibrant Hometown

    On my way to the Lunar New Year’s Eve dinner, not far from the old, original Kaohsiung Station, I found that there’s an area full of Indonesian and Vietnamese restaurants. These places were packed with people with different shades of complexion. The signs were in a language I didn’t understand. For a moment it was as if I’ve been brought back to Jakarta or Hanoi. A bit stunned at first, I’d admit. Then I felt proud how much this city that I used to know has changed and is embracing and welcoming diversity.