photo essay on masks:
Albion’s Seed: Four British Folkways in America by David Hackett Fischer (1989)
four different migrations from england that shaped america:
+puritans to new england
+southern english to virginia
+quakers to the delaware
+anglo-scottish bordeland inhabitants to the american backgrountry and appalachia.
we travel to three temples as it is tradition:
we start in 백연화사 baekyeonhwasa,
we travel south to gaya-dong. we hike up to 선암사 seonamgsa.
happy birthday buddha,
happy blated bday bob.
girl from the north country fair
i rescue old coronado in gimhae. he looks dusty and melancholic. i push him up the hill to a daelim repair shop. the mechanic is just coming back from his lunch break. he has a tiny paper cup with sugary coffee in one hand. he asks me what the problem is. carburetor. he tells me they don’t make carburetors for my scooter model anymore. he motions with his hand to follow him. we go out to the yard next to his shop. he points to two scooters like mine propped against a wall. they look dusty and sad. the mechanic makes the throat slash sign. is die. he takes a sip of his coffee. i’ll look around for a second opinion.
a few blocks up the hill i find another daelim mechanic. he tells me he doesn’t have a carburetor either but he opens up coronado to investigate. he tells me the problem may be simpler… and more embarrassing. he is very kind and lets me go without charge.
i drive coronado up the hill to explore gaya land, an abandoned amusement park in the outskirts of gimhae. i park my scooter and scout the area. there are yellow flowers, older women picking vegetables in a community garden, stylized kimchi pots, and a dead animal that’s been blackened by the sun for weeks. in the distance i see gimhae and the floodplain of the nakdonggang. further southeast hundreds of white apartment buildings at the foothills of the mountainous spine of busan.
nestled in the green hills in front of me, sticking out of the thicket like a ceremonial mesoamerican structure built in honor of the sun-god, a bone-colored ferris wheel. i follow a deteriorated road covered by trees. i cross a small bridge and squeeze myself past some barricades. soon i reach the gates of gaya land. i take a few pictures but i notice i only have 10 pictures left on my sd card. i look through the card to delete the photos i don’t need. that’s when i hear the dogs barking. i look up and above the entrance steps i see them. they look pissed off. i turn around and start walking away. i hear a metal pipe falling near by. i assume somebody must have thrown it in my direction, some sort of squatting dokkebi or a cranky old guard. i shall return, gaya land.
preserved bodies of wwi soldiers appear as glaciers retreat in the austrian and italian alps.
use of ice-trenches, avalanche warfare with mortars.
bodies and artifacts are emerging in the presana glacier.
book: the white war. life and death on the italian front, 1915-1919 (2008) by mark thompson
peio area where some of the battles were fought.
the highest front lines in history. 12,000 ft.
motherboard article global warming is thawing out the frozen corpses of a forgotten wwi battle
italian front wikipedia article
trento, capital of the autonomous province of trentino.
see gardena pass