Snapshots of life as a Yeonhui writer in residence
Each day I find a new spot to do t’ai chi.
Steps in the wild gardens of Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui
Up to eight wild cats roam the grounds of Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui. They’re exceptionally sleek and healthy, because while they belong to nobody, they are fed by everybody. I guess that pleases the local birds.
One of 8 stray cats tended by the kind-hearted staff of Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui
Sometimes I work here, outside, because the weather in early September is perfect. This structure functions as a stand-up desk and (in the early morning when nobody is looking) a gym.
Outdoor seating in the grounds of Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui
Today I found a flower/weed that I’ve never noticed before: it’s an orange mini-morning glory, or convolvulus (I think.) Significant because I see the purple morning glory as a sort of symbol of this late phase of life. What is this tiny, less showy and no less ephemeral flower trying to tell me?
A tiny orange morning glory, I think
pictures = 1000 words, thanks
Inspiring combo of pictures and words Thankyou!
Enjoying your photos and words.
That’s good. Thanks!
How very interesting! I had thought the place would feel “foreign”, but it does not, it feels “human”, at least as far as still images can provide a feeling.
It is a pleasure to follow your process. I’ve often been in wonder at how writers write, could never quite master the process since my first and last short story in Grade 6, well received by the teacher, severley received by my family.
Oh, what an unfortunate start you had! Not fair. Everywhere there are humans is a human place 🙂
I agree, every place there are humans is a human place.
I was taken with the familiar way in which humans have interacted with the natural world Seoul Art Space—Yeonhui, I didn’t know what to expect. There are ways of living with the landscape that are unfamiliar, and those places don’t feel “human” to me, as they offer no immediate physical or psychological comfort.
I spent a week in the Hudson Bay Lowlands in Canada, far from any human activity, human sounds. At first it was unfamiliar, stark, unwelcoming, but within a few days I acclimatized and felt a peace I had never before experienced, and the landscape shone with a new beauty, the silence sang.
Ah, I understand now. Perhaps I will blog about this one day. Meantime just pics. Thank you Maggie.
Love the steps. Mini gardens themselves.
Hi Rachel – peace … that’s what counts – it’s lovely to see … and how wonderful to have the space – cheers Hilary