Some time ago I made a blog post talking about how I felt taking photos in Korea. I called it Neverland, because of something my father used to say to me. He used to tell me that Korea was my Neverland.
“Having fun in Neverland, Peter?”
He always said that. At the time I thought it was kind of silly. I didn’t really understand or care to try and get what he was getting it.
I get it now. Being here, time stands still. I don’t grow up because I don’t need to. I feel young, and oftentimes act it.
I’m also not sure its a bad thing.
Why would anyone “want” the pressures of a hard life. I talk to old friends and while they may be making a lot of money they sound old. They sound tired. I was starting to get like that when I was back in Canada. Being here, it really is different.
I don’t think much in Korea, and I like that. Left to think, the only thing to follow is stress. I’m happy to have little stress aside from thinking about what camera to use tomorrow.
I often write that I don’t think much when I take photos. It is a mater of being here. The camera, just something I pick up when I leave my house. Some people listen to music or read books. I take photos.
That is part of the reason I’m not sure I like the idea of “street” photography. I don’t think that is really what I do. Someone asked me if I was going to make a book about street photography in Korea, and I had to think about it a minute. I don’t really take many photos actually on a street, ha.
Anyway, I suppose Neverland really is what this place is like to me. I have never done a proper essay of my photos here in Korea. Not a project even. I could never really figure out of what or how. I think after thinking about what my father said, I have found my answer.
I don’t think any essay or project I do here needs to have constraints. Too much thinking, that. Just keep taking photos and someday it will be clear to me. Someday I’ll have an essay’s worth.
That is probably what I would call it.