Last week I posted seven images from a roll of negatives taken during my second to last day in Korea.
These, are from my last day.
It was a little disconcerting to see the 20 or so surviving negatives. As they were scanned in, I was surprised by how I felt.
I’d looked at every photo I’d taken in Korea at one time or another whilst being back in Toronto. Something different about these.
I can only attribute it to the subconscious knowing that I would be leaving the next day. Some of my most poignant photos would be the last I took in this place. A different sort of affection.
More than any other group of photos I took in Korea when I look at these I feel aware of myself.
This implicitness creates an ethos I haven’t once mimicked.
For what they are, these will remain some of my favorite photos.