at my grandparents’ house in Hapcheon, Korea
at the Sam-ga Market in Hapcheon, Korea
I’ve been shooting little videos on my iPhone 6 and they look pretty sweet. Here’s my first video.
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The cows in Hapcheon moo constantly. When I complained about their mooing, my grandmother promptly said that cows have a right to sing, too, and she is quite right.
That blue gate is very memorable to me. After I left Korea for the states, all I ever did was think about those blue gates. Whenever I got lost as a child in the village (impossible to get lost in bc it’s so tiny), I always knew my way back home bc of those gates.
My grandmother used to take me into the greenhouse when I was very little. To this day, the smell inside of a greenhouse makes me tearful and nostalgic. The greenhouse she took me to were filled with strawberries, cucumbers and tomatoes. Even the shape of a greenhouse’s hull (the plastic covering is removed in the one here) fills me with longing for that past.
I’m feeling especially nostalgic these days in part due to the fall weather but also bc my grandmother’s been ill since last year. I’m her first granddaughter and she raised me during the first several years of my life at her farm house with cows, pigs, chicken, cat, bees, silkworms, chestnut trees, persimmon trees, rice patties and rows of farmland for potatoes, sweet potatoes, cucumbers, strawberries, red leaf lettuce, peanuts, onions, spinach, etc. I was really happy back then. This is me visiting her nearly 2 decades later after living in New York save for seeing her on three separate occasions (once in 2003, once in 2004, and again in 2009).
Photos were taken in spring 2010 in Hapcheon, South Korea (Ssang-baek village where my mother was born).
(part two coming at 3PM EST)