|Ready For Action|
With the constant in and out of the restaurant, the delivery boys just need a more comfortable way of getting their gear ready. Being a bike rider myself, I know how convenient a helmet stand is.
Streets in here are quite wide and crossing them takes one to go underground (subway station) and climb back up the exit. I got curious why the floor was wet; it never rained. To my surprise, there were cleaning ladies frantically mopping the floors, scrubbing whatever, and just basically cleaning. I didn't even know they clean the subway this way. I just thought there were those male janitors popping out every once in a while. And yes, they're all females... an issue here in Korea, I will mention on my future blog.
Trying not to bother these ladies, I tried some hip shots but always failed. I'm still learning how to do so, but I realized this isn't the proper time. The women are just too busy.
There was nothing much on the other side of the street. A couple of bars, motels, restaurants, and lots of drunk people. I just don't feel like shooting. Easy targets as they may be, I try avoid shooting drunk people (although there were rare occasions). I can not reason with them if in case they protest. I just continued walking, hoping for something to catch my attention. Well, something did.
|Treat Her Like A Baby|
I thought I saw a young woman burping or swaying baby. What made me stop was the baby's color. I got close enough but unnoticed, to take a shot when I realized she was carrying a dog.
It's either I got tired, bored, or just uninspired. But before I took a nap, I had this idea of shooting those arrows painted on the road for directions. I probably will be taking more pictures of them wherever I go.
Morning. After a few hours of sleep, I feel ready for another chance of this place. I wouldn't say the city failed me that night. More like the other way around. So I'm out for more street photography. It's broad daylight. I hate it, but I think it will work for me somehow.
These parts of cars always catch my attention. As some of my very few readers know, I'm fond of reflections. But I never got a good shot out of a car's eyes. This isn't one of them, but I think I'm getting close.
No tall flowers yet? Paint some! Well, that's what I thought when I saw this one. The market place has many of this kind. Glass paintings. But this is the most organized I've seen.
Gunja has been good to me so far. I come in peace, sleep in peace, and get out with complete body parts. Some parts busy, some parts empty. Some parts interesting, and some parts not. But I think I didn't give much justice to this place. Next time I come to photograph, I should research more beforehand.