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The River under the Harvest Moon
September 27. Chungju to Sangjubo following the Saejae bike path.
Budai in the shade. Danhosa temple, Chungju.
Apples along the path.
Tigers in the grass.
Campers by the river.
Flowers encircled by Korean honeybees.
Crow scarecrows at an orchard.
A bike station at Hengchun gyocharo.
The mountain pass at Ihwaryeong.
Fishing near Mungyeong Buljeong Station.
I near the end of the Saejae bike path. I meet the Nakdong as the Harvest Moon slowly begins to rise in the east.
The Nakdong under the Chuseok moon.
I reach the final weir of my second day at Sangju, eleven kilometers into the Nakdong river bike path and about one hundred kilometers from Chungju.
I meet Elly in Sangju city for pizza and wine, an assortment of snacky snacks.

Cities on the Han
Saturday, September 26. Seoul to Chunju along the Namhangang bike path.
I take the night Mugunghwa train to Seoul. I arrive at 4:30 am and begin biking south towards the Han. I pass the high walls of the American military base, and the Dragon Hill neighborhood.
I reach the river sometime after 5am.
A Haetae 獬豸near Hangang Bridge.
As I cross the bridge, I hear a siren and look back. A small convoy of emergency vehicles enter the bridge behind me. They drive slowly. I dismount my bike and walk to the edge of the bridge. The water below is an empty field of darkness framed by a constellation of hovering window lights kept on by an army of hardworking Koreans.
From around an island, an emergency response speedboat floats quickly in my direction. It scans the water with a searchlight. They seem to be looking for someone.
I travel east. The sun begins to uncover the city.
Twenty seven bridges cross the Han in Seoul.
Up ahead the unfinished Lotte World Tower rises in the morning haze.
Kilometers beyond the capital, camouflaged creatures meet me at the banks of the Han.
A city on the Han.
Gun emplacements guarding the waterway against possible northern aggression.
Lunch time. A cat and bikers outside a cafe near Paldang Bridge 八堂大橋.
Plenty of small roadkill along the path.
Railroad tunnels turned into bike tunnels.
Camels in the Korean wilderness.
Nationalist trees.
Trees with tiny purple pumpkins.
Jangseung 長承 and Sotdae at Ipobo weir.
Jangseung in twisted anguish doing their best to keep demons at bay.
The day ends at Chungju Tangeumdae, about 120 km from Paldang Bridge.

mojito

food photography iii

under the bridge

puentes en la niebla
zolotoy bridge | Золотой мост
russky birdge | Русский мост

shadows in sao paulo, the dakota and madness
shadows in sao paulo.
photo by rené burri. nyt article.
plane crashes
…with a happy end. the atlantic photo essay. dietmar eckell.
the dakota
site of john lennon’s death and real location of the bramford, rosemary’s apartment (rosemary’s baby. polanski. 1968). the dakota wikipedia article.
madness in the island of dr. moreau (1996)
“New Line forgot about Richard Stanley… Around a month after his disappearance, a group of extras found him living rough in the jungle: he’d fled from the airport to a fruit plantation, where he’d been subsiding on yams, cassava and coconuts, along with his substantial personal stash of marijuana. Sensing an opportunity for mischief, Stanley concocted a plan with the extras to get back on set…” telegraph article.
to see
lost soul: the doomed journey of richard stanley’s island of dr. moreau (2015)

end of the line
vladivostok station, the eastern terminus of the trans siberian railway.
zolotoy bridge Золотой мост

batallas
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guerra civil chilena del 1891 (revolucion de 1891) congress and the navy revolt against president balmaceda and the army. congress wins, and balmaceda commits suicide. vicealmirante jorge montt assumes power.

batalla de concon. aconcagua river. luis fernando rojas. 1904. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Batalla_de_Concon.JPG
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steve maccurry and the afghan girl (npr audio).
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dream. june 27/28-2015. z swarm.
we live in a white house by the sea. from the window i see a bay like that of gohyon. flags line the waterfront. the sky turns golden as dusk begins. i hear the warning sirens go off on the warships anchored at the mouth of the bay. i tell my dad we need to buy bottled water in case the taps go dry. i feel we should board up the windows too but he doesn’t think it’s necessary. i go outside. it’s peaceful and many people have gathered quietly on the road next to the ocean. they seem to be waiting for something exciting, beautiful or terrifying like an eclipse or the end of the world. the sky turns purple and blue but there are clouds to the west that remain bright. the lights are out in every house. i’m told the flags will change soon. i look at the white navy destroyers assembled at the edge of the bay and they look deserted and lifeless. i go home to wait. there are no lights on inside my house. my dad chops garlic in the dark with his back to me. his head is bowed so low he appears decapitated. the window blinds are shut but some blue light filters from the bottom of the window frame. then i hear the window glass crack as if a bird had kamikazed it. more things start crashing outside and cracking the windows. the cracking of the glass is followed by the fluttering of scaly wings and things trying to get in. little mutalisk break through the glass and rip through the blinds. some of them get tangled on the blinds and drop on the floor and crawl toward us using their wings.
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나는 은행에 갔다. 나는 아이스아메리카노를 마셨다. 나는 학원에서 일했다. 나는 강변에서 자전거를 탔다. 나는 책을 읽었다.
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