Some of the trash on the Gunsan streets after most of the partiers have gone home.
Not the worst I’ve seen by any means. I’d say Suyu-dong and the Hakata side of Fukuoka were on par for the filth that filled the streets after the bars closed. Gunsan just lacks the population to get really grubby.
More of Nova Scotia in the spring, because I know that you’ve grown tired of looking at an attractive woman in a miniskirt.
This was taken with the Pentax KX when it was in a less smashed up state. As you might be able to tell by a few recent shots, I started using the lenses I got with it on a digital Pentax. It’s a bit fiddly, but it works well enough.
Weirdly, and I don’t know what’s causing this thought, I’ve been starting to think “Sharpness, sharpness, sharpness.” when using a digital. It probably has something to do with all of the pixels looking the same.
I tried to get them in the more candid moment I first saw them in, but being a big white guy in Korea means that it’s impossible to blend in. Using the kit lens also meant that my sneaky shot time was reduced.
Not having the Korean language skills necessary to pose them more interestingly, I simply let them strike the default “Asian Pose”.
At the risk of sounding like a dirty old man (Not to be confused with an O.D.B.) Korean youth seem to have allowed themselves the freedom to be attractive in their own bodies. Few seem to be starving themselves to fit into a certain size. Young women are allowing themselves to be curvier. Young men are pumping iron and becoming beefier.
I’m not sure if plastic surgery rates are lessening, they’re better at hiding the scars, or if it’s always been more of a Seoul problem, but folks don’t seem as plastic as they did a decade ago.
An unofficial member of the band helps entertain the crowd at Haeundae Beach in Busan.
The lighting was pretty tricky: Twilight on a cloudy day. I find everything taken that hour are dim and flat, and you can only do so much in Photoshop before an image gets stupid looking. This one was the most usable of the set.
I kept it for the unified dance moves more than any technical aspect. Besides, only assholes focus on the technical side of photography.
From what I understand, the fellow on the right is always on the beach, joining the buskers as an unofficial backup dancer when he comes across them. He does have that air of “harmless kook” about him.
Also, in the seven years since I’ve been to Busan, the Haeundae area seems to have become the local Expat Town. Which isn’t too surprising since they’ve made it possible to actually walk to the beach from the station now and there are always a lot of young women there.
Trying out my old manual lenses and filters on my new Pentax K-50. My Olympus Pen is the model.
I haven’t been able to figure out if the softness in the images is an aspect of the lens, the mirror slap shaking things due to the really tiny depth of field I was using, or the way the sensor takes in the light of these old lenses. Perhaps a combination of them all?
This wasn’t the “sharp” part of the shot. But I think it was the best part.
A shot of men about town taken with my new Pentax K-50.
Nice little DSLR, but I have to study more on how to use my old manual lenses. It doesn’t seem to meter through them which may be a problem. The kit lens is as good as they all are, but in these sort of low-light conditions it struggles. Though it will grab a focus point even in the dim light, unlike my old Canon which would spin and whir until I put it on manual.
Big thanks to my good pal Greg for buying it in Australia for me and saving me the +$200 tariff cost that’d be added on if I had bought it here in Korea.
It has been my unfortunate experience throughout my life that I generally don’t like what everyone else likes, and I like what everyone else generally hates.
For example: Star Trek Voyager was pretty good when the writing staff were paying attention to what they were writing. And Captain Janeway was the best captain for her very contradictory personality that made her a more human character than the other demi-gods sitting in the big chair. (I wrote this confession, by the way.) I cannot convince anyone of this truth because everyone is like, “Voyager Time Travel Reset Button. Derp.”, whenever the topic of the show comes up. This could just be me having weird, contrary tastes in entertainment. But given that the Transformers movie series has made more money than GDPs of most countries, I’m suspecting that it may be more of a case of everyone else having crappy taste.
This leads me to this photo. I posted it up because I’ve found that the photos I take that I’m so-so on tend to get the most positive reactions. The images I think are my best largely get a strong round of, “Meh”s. This also leads me to wonder if I should start posting up the photos I think are crap just in case they take the internet by storm.
I’d ask your opinion, but you probably think Guns ‘n’ Roses were a good band. How can I trust you?
High school band performing at a late summer festival outside of Miyakonojo Station, Japan.
That summer saw an outbreak of hoof and mouth disease in the farms of Miyazaki-ken. In order to combat it, traffic coming in and out of the district were forced to pass through a chemical tire wash, all places that saw many people come and go (such as malls) had their entrances had something similar across the entrances to their parking lots. As well, all summer festivals were cancelled.
A huge disappointment, for sure. Since the summer festival is pretty much the highlight of the year in Japan. But their efforts saw the disease taken care of by September, so the city (or maybe the local merchants association?) quickly put together a much smaller event in front of the train station. Local bands, high school clubs, and a few other acts. Not a bad event for a last minute sort of thing, all said and done. And with it so late in the season not a drop of rain fell, unlike every other year when it was held at the tail end of the rainy season.
I have been made aware that there are some events here and there through the calendar here in Gunsan. Nothing kind of cool and groovy like a Japanese summer festival as far as I know. Lots of big showy things like theatre festivals and a marathon. Once I get a new camera I’ll have to make the scene.
Once upon a time I decided to spend my winter vacation in the historic city (You have to call it that by law) of Nagasaki.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take into account how small the city was coupled with the fact that I went there over the New Year holiday. So come January 1st, I had nothing to do but wander up to Fukuoka in the hope something would be open there. Nope. But it was cool to wander around a large city that was essentially deserted. And because of that emptiness, I now have my zombie escape route planned should I happen to be there during the Zombie Apocalypse.
The highlight of the trip was the blizzard that hit the city, draping all of the historic spots like the Buddhist temple above in a lovely white sheet, which contrasted sharply with the black of the temples making for some lovely B&W photography.
Buddhist temples are definitely not nearly as colorful in Japan as they are elsewhere. I suppose brown and black are colors. But the Buddhists are pretty much just the people who plant you into the ground when you die. While there are some with a heap of garish gold statues inside, the temples and temple grounds tend to be very somber.
In Korea they generally look like a circus tent with their garish colors. There are a couple of temples that I know of which have more subdued color palettes, but for the most part they look like you’re going to be buried by being shot out of cannon.
The man in the vest is a very friendly guy. The man in the vest volunteers. The man in the vest can be seen at every immigrant appreciation event. The man in the vest owns a hostess club or two. The man in the vest is a pillar of the Miyazaki business community. The man in the vest will give you the vest off his back.
The fields to be found just outside of Miyazaki city. Shot with an Olympus Pen EE2.
I remember the blue skies and clean air. The abundant nature to be found in and around the urban areas. Woken up by song birds in the morning. Lulled to sleep by the humming insects at night. The occasional visit by that which crawls seemed like a small price to pay.
Nostalgia is dangerous. Not just because it makes you forget everything that made you unhappy. But because it grants you the delusion that the happy times can be recaptured. You should always move on because the future is always uncertain. That’s its main strength.