Strange. When I was in Canada the one thing I thought that I wanted to photograph in Korea was the cherry blossoms. No particular reason, aside from the fact that I had never photographed them before. I’ve been back for two seasons of them, and this is the closest I’ve been to them. Through the window of a bus.
That was when I got off the bus. Maybe they were reacting to my kind face.
So busy, that’s it. I am always just busy. Being here makes me busy. No time for anything.
No time to think.
I kind of like that though. I kind of like not being able to think. Not having enough time to.
Ironic, about the cherry blossoms.
Ironic in that when I was in Canada, and had a lot of time to think, I thought about them and photographing them.
But that was part of the problem. Part of the reason why I didn’t take photos in Canada much. Part of the reason I didn’t want to.
All of the reason why I hated it.
I don’t think, when I take photos here. Never consciously take a camera even. It is just part of what I grab when I leave to do something else.
Probably why I prefer compact ones.
There isn’t any need to think. When I’m thinking too much, I never take photos. This is probably why my subject matter changes a lot. I take photos as a matter of habit. While I walk. While I eat. Of anyone around me.
I don’t care much for rules, or really even about what other people are going to think. I could have taken this without my girlfriend in it. Didn’t think to not include her. Didn’t really think.
I took this too. Don’t like it nearly as much.
It is the ebb and flow l I love. At 3AM like it is now I can hear still hear the buzz of the street out my window. I love that. I love the buzz. Photography is part of it for me. It gets caught up in the rest of it.
Never thinking. Time goes by so fast here, but somehow I feel like I never get any older.
It never gets old. My dad used to jokingly call me Peter (as in Pan). I remember the last time I talked to him before he died I tried to rush him off the phone because I was out late.
“Back to Neverland with you Peter.
Love you son.”
Off to Neverland I went.
So, to introduce a collection of photos I’ve taken and will take in Korea (I hesitate to stay project, though perhaps that is what it is), I will call it Neverland. Maybe I will make it a book, publish myself.
A self portrait, of sorts.
For my father, who always believed in me. He told me to do something with my photos. I never could really think of a direction for my photos here. Now I know there doesn’t need to be. Without thought. Just as I am living.