Yeondo, Busan, South Korea. May, 2017.
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Yeondo
Path, Yeondo, Busan, South Korea. May, 2017.
Alley
Nampo, Busan, South Korea. May, 2017.
Haeundae Market
Haeundae Market, Busan. December, 2014.
한강철교 漢江鐵橋
Han River Railway bridge 한강철교 漢江鐵橋 (Hangangcheolgyo), Han river, Seoul. March, 2013.
Han River Railroad Bridge Dedication Ceremony, Seoul via Dewey McLean
Oryun
Hoedong Reservoir, Busan. November, 2014.
Macau 澳門 street
Near Terminal Maritimo De Passageiros Do Porto Interior. October, 2015.
The River under the Harvest Moon
September 27. Chungju to Sangjubo following the Saejae bike path.
Light patterns on my bed.
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.
Crossroads.
Carvings on a rock.
Soju for the deities.
A more humane scarecrow.
Red peppers by the road.
A bike station at Hengchun gyocharo.
The mountain pass at Ihwaryeong.
Fishing near Mungyeong Buljeong Station.
Tree and rice paddies.
Waterways.
A more reflective scarecrow.
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.