People may or may not know, that I am a teacher. Deciding I didn’t want to pursue law in Canada, I originally came to Korea to teach and have loved every minute of it. I don’t talk about it much, but I do really have fun teaching.
I don’t usually like taking photos of my students. Well, not that I don’t like too, but, if I feel like my style doesn’t paint them in the best of light. That said, Halloween is a good day. They dig it on Halloween, ha. This kid told me he was simply, “Dr. Lecter.”
I asked this girl if she had seen the movie, Scream? She said, “What’s that? My mask is in reference to the painting by Edvard Munch, The Scream…”
Kids here are great, ha.
I don’t think he could see anything. He studied like this, lol. No parties for Halloween at my school.
Her mom didn’t want her to dress up, so, she stole her mom’s makeup and did this in the bathroom of school. One of my favorite students. I would have done something like that.
He only likes baseball. He only talks about baseball. Figured he would come like this.
A couple of days ago, I wrote about not identifying with being Canadian. I wrote about being a Newfoundlander first, a Canadian second. I wrote about loving Seoul and Korea.
Yesterday, Canada experienced something that it hadn’t at least since I have been alive. I studied about a similar event in the 70s during school but that isn’t the same, surely.
I wrote on Monday about not knowing what made me Canadian.
Yesterday, maybe I figured out that I am more Canadian than I had thought. I sat in a cafe just outside of Seoul glued to my laptop watching Peter Mansbridge from the CBC giving updates on a situation that was ongoing. I hadn’t heard Peter Mansbridge for a long time. I had forgotten what a great anchor he is.
I watched at first as a matter of habit. I listened while I did other things.
After twenty or so minutes I couldn’t do anything but watch. Listening to stories of the deceased reservist who had dreamed about being a real soldier. Listening to the story of a 29 year police veteran turned security official who took out the gunman before he had a chance to reach members of parliament. I listened, and I watched.
Before I knew it, it was 5AM and I was still watching.
While I said I struggled to feel Canadian on Monday, I had no trouble yesterday.
I love where I am and what I’m doing. I love being in Korea. I love the bustle. I love the hustle. Everything about this place screams at me to stay.
And I will.
Even with all that, it will never be Newfoundland. I used to dream about leaving when I was young. I always felt maligned by the fact I was born in such a place. I hated it, even. Wanted to lie about it.
There is really something about it. When I went back last summer I remember sitting on this beach and just looking at the water. I don’t know why, I had been on this beach thousands of times since childhood.
Easy to take such things for granted.
Living abroad, people always ask me where I’m from. I never say Canada. Of course, I’m Canadian, but I don’t necessarily feel Canadian. I don’t know what distinguishes me as one. I never start a sentence with, “well in Canada we…”
I do often start them with,
“In Newfoundland we..”
It took me a long time to figure this out, but as much as I’m certainly a Canadian by law,
As much as I hate talking about cameras, if I could only have one, it would be this one. I don’t feel that excited about taking photos anymore. In fact, I rarely even do. Just a lull, I suppose. Even in saying that, every time I pick up this camera I wanna do nothing else but take photos. People often misunderstand me that I hate cameras. I don’t hate cameras, in fact, I love this one. I rant about gear because I don’t think people need to have every camera they see. Cameras don’t matter, in that you don’t need the newest and best to take a good photo. People’s cameras are more often than not better than they are no matter what they use.
I really do love this camera, because it makes me want to take photos. Through all of the cameras I have owned, it is the only one that has remained. Broken LCD and hardly any paint left it still keeps on taking photos. It still makes me want to take photos.
I’ve got nothing to say, anymore. No words to write. I’m sorry I don’t post much, just nothing that needs being said. I don’t carry my camera with me often or even at all. The only photos I take are with my phone. I guess that is how it goes sometimes.
I went through something similar a couple of years ago and I ended up shooting one of my favorite groups of photos, Labyrinth, in Toronto.
I don’t hate colour. I even occasionally shoot in colour.
This photo for example. I like her jacket. I like those colours. Reminds me of being a kid in Newfoundland, where every dude around wore these colours.
Plus, she just died her hair. She asked for a colour photo.
Colour, black and white, whatever. It doesn’t matter. I kinda just go with it now. Sometimes I dig colour. Sometimes I dig black and white. Most of my photos are black and white, sure, but they don’t have to be. Just happens to be how it turned out. Not really a decision I made somewhere along the way.
So, I do shoot in colour. Sometimes.
Oh, and for those who have emailed me and asked if I’m really using a Samsung Galaxy S2 to take some of these photos the answer is, yes. These two for example.
Why? Because my iPhone took a bath. Can’t be bothered to carry around a camera. That Sony RX100iii is too fat for the pockets of my jeans these days. I’d rather not walk around with a bulge that I wasn’t born with.
I’ve been busy. Busy with what? I am not even sure I know. Cooking ramen?
I’m a big fan. This one is of the black noodle variety.
It was good. It is always good. Maybe not busy with that so much.
Just busy living. Life.
Working and eating and all that.
I learned a bit of paper folding. That has been fun.
I’m not that good, though.
I broke my phone. Been using an old Galaxy S2 (these photos are all from that). How is it? I’m not sure. I’m not sure I care, ha. It has made me realize I care about as much about phones now as I do about cameras.
Sometimes I walk. Korea isn’t all big buildings it seems.
Sometimes I see fish. When I walk.
I usually eat those, too.
I usually drink coffee after that.
I drink a lot of coffee.
I got a letter. That was exciting. It is from the Eric Kim. You might not have known we are quite close.