I long to be alone with you. The dead, that is.Those whose bodies have been put in the ground, and marked with a stone or a a hill. The hill is some thing different, something new for me. I haven’t seen them outside Korea, though, I can see some logic in a mound of sod to mark a grave.
I’m not sure if my body will ever get the treatment, but I’ll be watching for stones and hills in Anjeong. I’ll be on the surface, for now, but my mind will be underground, contemplating the soil, eternally resting with the dead.
American Thanksgiving week is here, and I’m grateful for stuff. There’s a list somewhere, and I’ll spare readers the content. For now, enjoy photos from a day with perfect light. Photos on a glowing screen. That’s how we experience manufactured images these days. Even my camera is a glowing flat screen (iPad Air) that I place in front of my face. Like a shield it protects me from the glare of strangers or the unbearable beauty of a landscape that in the perfect light makes us all family.
The agriculture is everywhere around here, where the air is thicker. This peninsula is more densely packed and crowded than the American fields’, “Amber waves of grain”. What you see is also what I smell. Keep that in mind if you choose to live through this vicariously. It stinks. But don’t be turned off, or turn away. Let it inspire. Stench is the fuel for growth to be. To stink some more.
Gimjang is the time of year when Koreans get together and make Kimchi. ALOT. Napa or Baechu is the cabbage of choice, and the harvest is on. Heads are piled high, but many are still in the field. Resting, waiting in their rows, patiently to be plucked and shucked. Will I be there contribute, to document, to partake?
More fabulous light filled photos from this memorable day to come in future postings. And as usual I’ve got plenty to say. Thanks for the encouragement, that I’ve gotten. It helps! Many friends and family have “liked” what gets done here at Anjeong Chingu, and it keeps us going. Hopefully you are inspired as well.