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The River under the Harvest Moon

September 27.  Chungju to Sangjubo following the Saejae bike path.

light_on_the_bed-DSC_8963Light patterns on my bed.

budai-DSC_8986 Budai in the shade. Danhosa temple, Chungju. apples-DSC_8966 Apples along the path. tiger-DSC_9006Tigers in the grass. by-the-river-DSC_9013Campers by the river.

flowers-DSC_9019Flowers encircled by Korean honeybees.

crows-DSC_9023Crow scarecrows at an orchard.

crossroads-DSC_9029Crossroads.

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wall-carved-DSC_9041Carvings on a rock.

soju-for-deities-DSC_9033Soju for the deities.

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scare-crow-DSC_9048A more humane scarecrow.

red_peppers_DSC_9058Red peppers by the road.

bike-station-DSC_9062A bike station at Hengchun gyocharo.

pass-DSC_9068The mountain pass at Ihwaryeong.

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man-in-the-river-DSC_9127Fishing near Mungyeong Buljeong Station.

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tree-road-rice-DSC_9144Tree and rice paddies.

waterway-road-DSC_9157Waterways.

scarecrow-DSC_9179A more reflective scarecrow.

road-rice-DSC_9181I near the end of the Saejae bike path. I meet the Nakdong as the Harvest Moon slowly begins to rise in the east.

chuseok-moon-over-nakdong-DSC_9205The Nakdong under the Chuseok moon.

weir-DSC_9206I 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.

food-DSC_9232I 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.

jangseung-stone-seoul_DSC_8673I reach the river sometime after 5am.

haetae_seoul-DSC_8694A 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.
speedboat_DSC_8711I travel east. The sun begins to uncover the city.
seoul-morning-DSC_8737Twenty seven bridges cross the Han in Seoul.
seoul-lotte-tower_DSC_8743Up ahead the unfinished Lotte World Tower rises in the morning haze.
monsters_on_the_banks_of_the_hanDSC_8758Kilometers beyond the capital, camouflaged creatures meet me at the banks of the Han.
han-river_DSC_8776A city on the Han.
han-river-DSC_8782Gun emplacements guarding the waterway against possible northern aggression.
han-bike-path-DSC_8789bridge_han-river-DSC_8798bridge-iron-train-han-DSC_8803
cat-at-cafe_hanriver_DSC_8813Lunch time. A cat and bikers outside a cafe near Paldang Bridge 八堂大橋.
fliers-on-the-road-DSC_8836Plenty of small roadkill along the path.
tunnel_han_DSC_8845Railroad tunnels turned into bike tunnels.
camels_han-river_DSC_8851Camels in the Korean wilderness.
korean-flag-tree-DSC_8855Nationalist trees.
branch-han-river-DSC_8862Trees with tiny purple pumpkins.
sotdae-jangseung-han-river-DSC_8866Jangseung 長承 and Sotdae at Ipobo weir.

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jangseung-DSC_8888Jangseung in twisted anguish doing their best to keep demons at bay.
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river-tree-island-DSC_8938The day ends at Chungju Tangeumdae, about 120 km from Paldang Bridge.

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

the dakota from central park. 1890s (wikimedia)

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)

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.

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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 일했다나는 강변에서 자전거를 탔다. 나는 책을 읽었다.

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