Last week I posted seven images from a roll of negatives taken during my second to last day in Korea.
These, are from my last day.
It was a little disconcerting to see the 20 or so surviving negatives. As they were scanned in, I was surprised by how I felt.
I’d looked at every photo I’d taken in Korea at one time or another whilst being back in Toronto. Something different about these.
I can only attribute it to the subconscious knowing that I would be leaving the next day. Some of my most poignant photos would be the last I took in this place. A different sort of affection.
More than any other group of photos I took in Korea when I look at these I feel aware of myself.
This implicitness creates an ethos I haven’t once mimicked.
For what they are, these will remain some of my favorite photos.
Thoughtful captions on these photos. They capture how photography bridges the space between the moment and the individual experiencing.
B/W photos is amazing for me.
They feel rushed. I’m not talking about the focus or lack thereof, more like….you were hyperventilating while taking the shots.
Yeah man, weirdly the more I looked the more I felt like that too. All taken in like less than an hour in the shape I was in good chance I was hyperventilating. Working on longer term stuff now really gives a different perspective on the kind of photos we took in Asia and for me personally the way I took them. There isn’t much more than “nothing” in the photos I took there. Sad really.