Category Archives: sculptures
Chojang-dong and Daewonsa 대원사
puentes en la niebla
Zolotoy Bridge in Vladivostok, Russia.
The port and the train tracks from Zolotoy Bridge.
Zolotoy in the mist.
Russky Bridge seen from a beach at Far Eastern Federal University on Russky Island.
zolotoy bridge | Золотой мост
russky birdge | Русский мост
walls of vladivostok
walls of vladivostok
end of the line
vladivostok station, the eastern terminus of the trans siberian railway. 
zolotoy bridge Золотой мост
(wikimedia)
monument to the fighters for the soviet power in the far east
volcanic island in the east china sea
we arrive in jeju, korea’s largest island.
lunch by the road.
we drive towards manjanggul.
a phallic grandfather sculpture guards the entrance to a garden .
we descend to a lava tunnel.
back on the surface
a swallow feeds her young
while a cat awaits. 
we stop by a beach and then
off to seongsan ilchulbong peak
jeju black pig and makgeolli dinner. 
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seoul, pizza, missiles, thai rice and breakdance
we take the mugunghwa to seoul.
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itaewon.
i buy 6 books at the what the book bookstore including scary stories to tell in the dark with the original stephen gammell illustration.
i read outliers with some trevi pizza and wine for lunch. pepperoni. quattro formaggi. still the best pizza this or that side of the dmz.
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i walk down itaewon-ro in the heart of the american military presence in korea.
i meet some friends on my way to the war memorial museum.
politicians can’t afford to lose face.
turns out they’re having a little protest outside the walls of the yongsan garrison.
turns out not everybody is into gringos or thaads.
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the war memorial of korea.
some of the sculptures may inspire you to kick some ass.
missiles. lots.
young children climbing heavy artillery. lots.
ships.
turtle ships.
fighting monks retaking pyongyang castle from the japanese.
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sweetie, bear, IU, her boyfriend and i meet up for my thai in itaewon.
across from the restaurant somebody convinced somebody putting a kidnapper-van/bar on top of a building would be a good idea.
we go dancing.
the dance floor is well-stocked with koreans, nigerians, and american gis.
as the clock strikes midnight, a breakdance fight breaks out.
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sunday we take the mugunghwa out of seoul. 5 hours later night falls and we’re back in busan.
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1800s american presence in korea
three temples
buddha’s birthay.
we travel to three temples as it is tradition:
we start in 백연화사 baekyeonhwasa,
we eat bibimbap and watermelon.
under the serene stare of a thousand golden buddhas.
we walk under the shadows of a thousand rainbow lanterns
we travel south to gaya-dong. we hike up to 선암사 seonamgsa.
guardian pets
we sit down to makeoli, tofu and kimchi on an industrial wire spool table.
we drive towards mandeok. up dusty roads. we reach 석불사 sokbulsa hidden up in the hills that divide western and eastern busan.
we play throw-the-coin at the pagoda.
carvings of two heavenly kings and buddhas.
a guardian 獅 .
we ride east. from the road we see western busan, mandeok, deokcheon, the nakdonggang and the floodplains.
we cross the pass into the east of the white city. we find a view of sajik and the yeonsan neighborhood, baesan hill and the distant towers of marine city.
happy birthday buddha,
happy blated bday bob.
girl from the north country fair