This one time in Bangkok, we stayed at a boutique hostel. It was so intricately put together I would’ve gone away with only great memories of it, but as luck would have it, I lost my new tablet computer in the room, got so upset over the handling of the issue, and never went back again.
The state I like to be in when photographing is one where everything fades away from the forefront of my consciousness, where the minutes and hours merge into a blur.
Perhaps that is why I’ve been feeling a little dissatisfied with my photography journey lately. There is always something to do, somewhere to go, and photography gets relegated to a block of time that itself gives rise to a pressure to produce shots, sometimes for the mere sake of it.
As I post photos on this blog, I am reminded of the very activity I enjoy. So I made a pact with myself: the next time I pick up my camera, I will take all the time I need, show it more love, and hopefully, rediscover my photographic journey.
We squeezed in a half day trip to Boeseong, before getting on our flight to Jeju from Gwangju. We grossly miscalculated the travelling time, and spent barely an hour here before we had to cab back to the Boseong bus terminal to catch another bus bound for Gwangju (6900 won).