Three Weeks in Korea

I stayed in a small guesthouse north of Seoul, near a temple I never went into. The owner left two tangerines outside my door each morning. I never figured out why, and after the first week I stopped trying.

I took the slow train to Busan instead of the KTX. Six and a half hours through countryside that looked like it had been raining for a week. Almost no frames the whole journey, but the light through the train window kept the camera in my lap the entire time.

Jeju was supposed to be a side trip and ended up the centre of the trip. Small black volcanic beaches, haenyeo selling abalone from plastic buckets, and a wind I could hear inside my coat. A photographer I met on the airport bus told me to skip the tourist roads. Best advice I got the whole month.

I came home with about forty frames I'd actually keep. From three weeks. The numbers feel about right.