水面をととのえています…

· Summer Waters

葉崇揚Yeh Chung-Yang

Green maples over water, koi undisturbed.
A scholar's desk, a photographer's four seasons — touch the water, and enter.

Touch · drag · right-click to ripple the water

Snowfield in mist, a line of poles receding, a thread of warm light at the horizon
雪明 · 冬 Cold Air寒氣

Chapter · One

Scholarship學術

The Department of Sociology at Soochow University, Taipei. A researcher of the welfare state and social policy — searching, between institutions, class, and generations, for the lives the numbers leave in shadow.

The papers breathe here, one by one — like bare trees mirrored on a winter lake, quietly holding the outline of an age.

Enter
Sea of clouds over Hehuanshan, layered ridges fading into dawn mist, a band of vermilion at the horizon
山水 · 晨 Sea of Clouds雲海

Chapter · Two

Photography攝影

For nearly thirty years, another way of seeing has run alongside the research. Nine seasonal series — Harugasumi, Aoarashi, Kōyō, Yukiakari, Shiosai, Sansui, Machi, Ginen, and Xpan — keeping the light of every walk on film.

The garden becomes a book, turned one page at a time — the seasons revolving within it, its light and shadow kept.

Enter

The same path of blossoms — how many times now. 同一條花徑,走過已是第幾回。

Haru · Spring
Natsu · Summer
Aki · Autumn
Fuyu · Winter
A white birch standing amid crimson autumn leaves
紅葉 · 秋 White and Crimson白與紅

Chapter · Three

Teaching教學

A small entrance, a large conversation. The classroom is ichi-go ichi-e — each meeting comes only once, and so is met with particular care.

Social policy, comparative welfare, research methods — abstract theory turned into something you can actually understand and use.

Enter
A lone stall lit up in the night street, steam rising
街 · 夜 Night Stall夜屋台

Chapter · Four

Essays隨筆

Essays and commentary from outside the research — on society, on a single lamp at a street corner, on the things that never made it into a paper yet were never quite set down.

A night stall lights up, steam rising — a single life, still going on. Writing is the little warmth kept for it.

Enter