by admin
A serene countryside far from the city. In a place with rice paddies, an abandoned school, and empty houses, primal encounters blending with nature.
A sense of liberation away from the city. An open atmosphere in nature. A sparsely populated environment.
A small village deep in the mountains of Chungcheong Province. All the young people have left, leaving only a few households, and city dwellers visit occasionally in the summer.
A narrow embankment path winds between endless expanses of green rice paddies. At summer dusk, the croaking of frogs and the chorus of grasshoppers fill the entire world. A single village light twinkles far in the distance, but no one can see here.
A branch school that closed its doors 10 years ago. Ivy vines creep in through the broken windows, and the classroom floor is thick with dust. An old pump organ sits in one corner, and faint traces of the last lesson's writing remain on the blackboard.
An empty hanok with overgrown weeds in the courtyard. The wooden floor of the large daecheong maru creaks, and the master bedroom still has bedding laid out. Lighting a fire in the kitchen's furnace revives the warm ondol, and moonlight filters through the rice-paper windows.