Escape is a paradox.
Sometimes we’re left outside, alone and uncaged, yet free to do as we please. This is the price we pay to be the masters of our own destiny.
The NASAtronaut, enticing Koreans to spend a night at the Ben Hur (love) Motel since 1958.
The Songpa Stompers
reposted via tumblr due to the disproportionate sizing issue from Flickr link.
It was Andrew’s 2nd to last weekend here in Seoul. The mission briefing was simple. Our plan was to check out the weirdest places possible. After a few drinks at an old-fashioned Korean bar, we prowled through the near-empty alleyways, unaware of what obscurities laid ahead. As we continued our trek through these grimy backstreets, I began to realize how seedy Seoul was at night. Perhaps prostitution is prevalent and just as inconspicuous during the day in any other metropolis.
Chris, soft-spoken, yet effervescent at times of sporting events, is the epitome of the modern day gentleman. Here he is alongside Hannah, whose exuberance, yet genuine down to Earth persona is always present. I dearly miss being in their company.
Experimental flash with the XA2 during NYE 2012.
Welcoming in 2012 with the Donuts.
Dang, already 2 and a half months have passed since this was taken at our NYE party in Palm Springs.
Maybe shooting hand held at 1/8 of a second at f/1.4 was a bit gutsy.
She had a cool blue and gold scarf on, and it contrasted well with her black blazer against the neon lights from the American Apparel store in Myeongdong. The few times I wished I had a color roll inside.
You must believe in something.
What are we waiting for?
Do not be confined to your mental cages, go expand your horizons, and experience what the world is about. This one’s for all the globe trotters out there. Keep on, keeping on.
It was a light winter this time around, and my skin seems to have hardened against these desolate conditions. As March approaches, I feel a subtle warmth thawing the souls of the Seoulites. If only you could feel these seasonal changes. The temperature fluctuating from one extremity to the other, and in the process, adding yet another ring to my internal tree of life.