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All of the Midsummer Nights Were Like Dreams on Flickr.
I couldn’t decide between the images so it was suggested to me that I pair them off. I think the suggestion was a good one. I’m not really a social person. I’m pretty bad at it at the best of times and I’m at that age where I have no patience for the games everyone takes for granted so I’ve not really had the opportunity/ motivation to get better at it. I do start to feel pretty tired and… I guess the best way I can describe it as “Raw skinned”… after an extended time in groups. So I tend to withdraw from social situations as soon as I feel that mental itch come upon me. I’m also a geek. Funny how those two things went hand in hand. Sometimes when I look at these old photos I took of social gatherings from years ago, I feel a twinge of regret in withdrawing from them as quickly as I often do. The young ladies in the top half of the image saw me with a camera and stopped me to take some photos of them together. Both with their cellphones and with my DSLR. Sadly they came out even more blurry than this (Teach me to not bring a tripod with me at night.) though I assume their cellphone shots came out because they did gather around them to have a looksee as I was walking away. That’s when I took the picture. The bottom half was me simply turning ninety degrees and shooting again. But there would have been no problem stopping to chat with them further and take more photos. It’s a missed opportunity that probably prevented me from improving my skills just a little bit. I’m slowly starting to get better at ignoring that mental rawness as I age, but I’m still eying the exit.

All of the Midsummer Nights Were Like Dreams on Flickr.

I couldn’t decide between the images so it was suggested to me that I pair them off. I think the suggestion was a good one.

I’m not really a social person. I’m pretty bad at it at the best of times and I’m at that age where I have no patience for the games everyone takes for granted so I’ve not really had the opportunity/ motivation to get better at it. I do start to feel pretty tired and… I guess the best way I can describe it as “Raw skinned”… after an extended time in groups. So I tend to withdraw from social situations as soon as I feel that mental itch come upon me.

I’m also a geek. Funny how those two things went hand in hand.

Sometimes when I look at these old photos I took of social gatherings from years ago, I feel a twinge of regret in withdrawing from them as quickly as I often do. The young ladies in the top half of the image saw me with a camera and stopped me to take some photos of them together. Both with their cellphones and with my DSLR. Sadly they came out even more blurry than this (Teach me to not bring a tripod with me at night.) though I assume their cellphone shots came out because they did gather around them to have a looksee as I was walking away. That’s when I took the picture.

The bottom half was me simply turning ninety degrees and shooting again.

But there would have been no problem stopping to chat with them further and take more photos. It’s a missed opportunity that probably prevented me from improving my skills just a little bit. I’m slowly starting to get better at ignoring that mental rawness as I age, but I’m still eying the exit.

wao on Flickr.
One of the lesser images from my last roll of Gunsan shots. I may have mentioned that Gunsan is small. It really came home to me last night when I was walking around the same bar district this image was taken. I pointed my camera at the same lady I photographed before and stopped when I realized it was her. I swing by there once a month and I could recognize the same people. Too small. I did get to spend some time chatting with some other expats out on the town. Nice enough folks.

wao on Flickr.

One of the lesser images from my last roll of Gunsan shots.

I may have mentioned that Gunsan is small. It really came home to me last night when I was walking around the same bar district this image was taken. I pointed my camera at the same lady I photographed before and stopped when I realized it was her. I swing by there once a month and I could recognize the same people. Too small.

I did get to spend some time chatting with some other expats out on the town. Nice enough folks.

Move the crowd on Flickr.
A fairly typical street corner in Gunsan. And Ansan. And Incheon. And Cheonan. And Seoul, but not Gangnam because they all live in the subway stations there like a collection of well-dressed C.H.U.D.S.. Korea is small enough, and its cities new enough, that you can get away with saying, “Seen one? Seen ‘em all.”  What I do find interesting is how you can really see each phase of urban development. Even more so than other cities due to the young age of the nation (South Korea didn’t exist until the 1950s after all.) and the oldest buildings still being useable. I mean, sure, if you want to be a pedant about it you can point out the few occupation-era and pre-invasion structures still around the nation. But Korea really has three eras of building evident. Brick, tile, and marble. Brick seems to be most common in buildings from the post war era before the economic boom of the 90s. Marble is mostly used in the current post Asian Tiger era. Marble is on everything including the walkways and building entrances. Which is something I hate because it turns to footing into a slippery nightmare when it rains. Tile buildings seem to bridge the gap between the two eras. And while it gives buildings from that time the look of an inside out bathroom, it must have seemed pretty fancy at the time. But as I said above: Seen one? Seen them all. That recent development does create a lot of similar looking cities and this image could have just as easily been taken in Daejeon or Suwon.  While pal Bob finds all sorts of fascination with looking at all these up close, many others feel the cities don’t come alive until you look at them at night from a high vantage point. I wrote years ago about feeling like the lights of the city are more like rivers of light to me than the stars and galaxies they usually get compared to. Swirls, pools, and streams joining large rivers of light passing through the dark landscape…

Move the crowd on Flickr.

A fairly typical street corner in Gunsan. And Ansan. And Incheon. And Cheonan. And Seoul, but not Gangnam because they all live in the subway stations there like a collection of well-dressed C.H.U.D.S.. Korea is small enough, and its cities new enough, that you can get away with saying, “Seen one? Seen ‘em all.”

What I do find interesting is how you can really see each phase of urban development. Even more so than other cities due to the young age of the nation (South Korea didn’t exist until the 1950s after all.) and the oldest buildings still being useable. I mean, sure, if you want to be a pedant about it you can point out the few occupation-era and pre-invasion structures still around the nation. But Korea really has three eras of building evident. Brick, tile, and marble.

Brick seems to be most common in buildings from the post war era before the economic boom of the 90s. Marble is mostly used in the current post Asian Tiger era. Marble is on everything including the walkways and building entrances. Which is something I hate because it turns to footing into a slippery nightmare when it rains. Tile buildings seem to bridge the gap between the two eras. And while it gives buildings from that time the look of an inside out bathroom, it must have seemed pretty fancy at the time.

But as I said above: Seen one? Seen them all. That recent development does create a lot of similar looking cities and this image could have just as easily been taken in Daejeon or Suwon.

While pal Bob finds all sorts of fascination with looking at all these up close, many others feel the cities don’t come alive until you look at them at night from a high vantage point. I wrote years ago about feeling like the lights of the city are more like rivers of light to me than the stars and galaxies they usually get compared to. Swirls, pools, and streams joining large rivers of light passing through the dark landscape…

Photographer, I See You on Flickr.
I usually wish I could blend into the background when I take this sort of photograph because, as you know, once the subject knows that it’s being observed it changes it’s behaviour. Unfortunately I’m a big, fat, ugly guy and the only way I could blend into the crowd would be to go back to Canada. Burn on you, Canadians!  The problem with thinking like this… The wanting to vanish part, not the self-loathing… is that you are separating yourself from the crowd because you feel they are simply a thing placed there for your use and not people. I think that’s why a lot of street photography makes people uncomfortable. The photographer is basically treating the subject same way a sociopath would. Yes, there are a lot of street photographers with this attitude. Several of them are hanging in galleries right now. I guess there’s a balance to be found between being courteous towards your subject and getting the so-called “moment”. I sure haven’t found it yet. Nice of her to not glare at me like most people here do.

Photographer, I See You on Flickr.

I usually wish I could blend into the background when I take this sort of photograph because, as you know, once the subject knows that it’s being observed it changes it’s behaviour. Unfortunately I’m a big, fat, ugly guy and the only way I could blend into the crowd would be to go back to Canada.

Burn on you, Canadians!

The problem with thinking like this… The wanting to vanish part, not the self-loathing… is that you are separating yourself from the crowd because you feel they are simply a thing placed there for your use and not people. I think that’s why a lot of street photography makes people uncomfortable. The photographer is basically treating the subject same way a sociopath would. Yes, there are a lot of street photographers with this attitude. Several of them are hanging in galleries right now.

I guess there’s a balance to be found between being courteous towards your subject and getting the so-called “moment”. I sure haven’t found it yet.

Nice of her to not glare at me like most people here do.

Lost at Sea on Flickr.
This was on the Yoyogi Park side of Harajuku Station in Tokyo.  The last time I had experienced a crowd that thick was in Seoul’s Dongdaemun shopping area when they had closed off half the sidewalks, forcing the massive crowd into a bottleneck between the department stores and the subway station. No such excuse here. Everyone was simply making the scene that day and we got caught up in it. A fellow in a full cowboy outfit glared me. I can only assume that it was because my Australian cowboy hat looked a lot cooler than his American one.

Lost at Sea on Flickr.

This was on the Yoyogi Park side of Harajuku Station in Tokyo.

The last time I had experienced a crowd that thick was in Seoul’s Dongdaemun shopping area when they had closed off half the sidewalks, forcing the massive crowd into a bottleneck between the department stores and the subway station. No such excuse here. Everyone was simply making the scene that day and we got caught up in it.

A fellow in a full cowboy outfit glared me. I can only assume that it was because my Australian cowboy hat looked a lot cooler than his American one.

"Later, suckers!" on Flickr.
I had a student (not this guy) who lived in the Japanese countryside, far from the mall the eikaiwa was in, so he and his mother would make a day of it. He had a tendency to go exploring while his mom was distracted. It got to the point that my partner teacher and I would keep an eye out after class for him wandering the mall by himself. I lost track of how many times I walked him back to his worried mother.

"Later, suckers!" on Flickr.

I had a student (not this guy) who lived in the Japanese countryside, far from the mall the eikaiwa was in, so he and his mother would make a day of it. He had a tendency to go exploring while his mom was distracted. It got to the point that my partner teacher and I would keep an eye out after class for him wandering the mall by himself. I lost track of how many times I walked him back to his worried mother.

shot44 on Flickr.
For the first four months of my time in Japan, I would pass through this parking lot on my way to the PC Cafe to get my weekly internetting done. I got internet at home at the same time I got a bicycle. I would still pass though this parking lot, just on my way to getting lost somewhere. Shot with an Instax Mini. Scan of a print.

shot44 on Flickr.

For the first four months of my time in Japan, I would pass through this parking lot on my way to the PC Cafe to get my weekly internetting done. I got internet at home at the same time I got a bicycle. I would still pass though this parking lot, just on my way to getting lost somewhere.

Shot with an Instax Mini. Scan of a print.

かわいいクルー on Flickr.Here’s some cuteness for you.
Two of my young Japanese students on my final day there. I think they were close to turning four years old in this image. I had taught the boy since he was eight months old.
Olympus Pen E-P3.

かわいいクルー on Flickr.

Here’s some cuteness for you.

Two of my young Japanese students on my final day there. I think they were close to turning four years old in this image. I had taught the boy since he was eight months old.

Olympus Pen E-P3.