My camera's in this mess somewhere
but no, I won't photograph the mess before I clean it up. Kind of a contradiction, eh?
I didn't photograph the cute guy at the meet today. Handsome more than cute, though utterly poisonous to me. He'd basically said My friends tell me maybe I'm attractive sort of. Not his exact words by any stretch, but 'Look at me!' with a half dozen hedge words. And then something about having been through something unspeakable, that he doesn't want to get close to people. This at a group meet, mind you. So I laughed to myself, thinking what familiar trouble he is, how terribly amateurish it looks to me now, and let it go. But not a bad looking guy at all, even though I don't normally go for the Arabic/Indian type.
I couldn't photograph the train maps for the newish Airport Trains, so I had to scribble on my old but English and readable-sized one.
I didn't photograph the man at Seoul Station, sitting watching TV in the waiting area like so many others. You wouldn't have known he was one of the homeless guys who camp at that station, but for a couple of details. He was sitting on a mat of cardboard, not any of the benches. Who knows, maybe he prefers mats and floor though you'd hope he could get a rug.
His white jogging jacket needed a wash, rather badly. Okay, maybe it was a particularly rough hike. His dress shoes were set neatly next to him, so he hadn't been hiking.
He sat back, away from the others. But I liked how he sat up, how his eyes seemed sane and even calm. How he watched the TV show with great attention, as though it were teaching him a language. He had such dignity.
I didn't photograph the batch of homeless guys in front of Seoul Station, though likely I'll get another chance.e I'd joked with a fellow gamer about how if I quit my job I'd still have someone to game with...those guys. They sat at the foot of the steps as they often do--very wide steps, so most people don't mind. They had some small flame among them. One of them was lying down but seemed not to be sleeping, the others were sitting and talking and laughing like it was just one big campout. Spring weather is kind to these men.
And even if I'd had my photograph, I couldn't have captured the Awwww moment on the way home. The bus was full but I'd gotten on early, got a window seat and cranked up the music to keep from falling completely asleep. It was 11pmish. A young Korean woman got on board and took the seat next to mine, but mine was reclined back and she was petite and polite, so I certainly didn't mind. She had on stockings, a very short skirt, a nice blouse and a nice (?designer?) purse--very fashionable and business-casual. Though at 11pm on a Saturday night? No matter, enjoyed my music. At one point I feel her lean-fall against my left arm but no big deal, she's lightweight and clearly has no ill intent, and while I'm not a feely person I was friendly enough tonight not to mind. She gets up a couple times and falls back asleep a couple times. Pretty soon I feel a head on my shoulder and I was charmed. I smiled at her, to let any fellow passengers know that I was okay with all this, and then I turned my head and napped too. That would have been a picture.
Tomorrow there's much to do. Tonight I have only to drink some water, refill the cats' bowls, and go to sleep.
I didn't photograph the cute guy at the meet today. Handsome more than cute, though utterly poisonous to me. He'd basically said My friends tell me maybe I'm attractive sort of. Not his exact words by any stretch, but 'Look at me!' with a half dozen hedge words. And then something about having been through something unspeakable, that he doesn't want to get close to people. This at a group meet, mind you. So I laughed to myself, thinking what familiar trouble he is, how terribly amateurish it looks to me now, and let it go. But not a bad looking guy at all, even though I don't normally go for the Arabic/Indian type.
I couldn't photograph the train maps for the newish Airport Trains, so I had to scribble on my old but English and readable-sized one.
I didn't photograph the man at Seoul Station, sitting watching TV in the waiting area like so many others. You wouldn't have known he was one of the homeless guys who camp at that station, but for a couple of details. He was sitting on a mat of cardboard, not any of the benches. Who knows, maybe he prefers mats and floor though you'd hope he could get a rug.
His white jogging jacket needed a wash, rather badly. Okay, maybe it was a particularly rough hike. His dress shoes were set neatly next to him, so he hadn't been hiking.
He sat back, away from the others. But I liked how he sat up, how his eyes seemed sane and even calm. How he watched the TV show with great attention, as though it were teaching him a language. He had such dignity.
I didn't photograph the batch of homeless guys in front of Seoul Station, though likely I'll get another chance.e I'd joked with a fellow gamer about how if I quit my job I'd still have someone to game with...those guys. They sat at the foot of the steps as they often do--very wide steps, so most people don't mind. They had some small flame among them. One of them was lying down but seemed not to be sleeping, the others were sitting and talking and laughing like it was just one big campout. Spring weather is kind to these men.
And even if I'd had my photograph, I couldn't have captured the Awwww moment on the way home. The bus was full but I'd gotten on early, got a window seat and cranked up the music to keep from falling completely asleep. It was 11pmish. A young Korean woman got on board and took the seat next to mine, but mine was reclined back and she was petite and polite, so I certainly didn't mind. She had on stockings, a very short skirt, a nice blouse and a nice (?designer?) purse--very fashionable and business-casual. Though at 11pm on a Saturday night? No matter, enjoyed my music. At one point I feel her lean-fall against my left arm but no big deal, she's lightweight and clearly has no ill intent, and while I'm not a feely person I was friendly enough tonight not to mind. She gets up a couple times and falls back asleep a couple times. Pretty soon I feel a head on my shoulder and I was charmed. I smiled at her, to let any fellow passengers know that I was okay with all this, and then I turned my head and napped too. That would have been a picture.
Tomorrow there's much to do. Tonight I have only to drink some water, refill the cats' bowls, and go to sleep.