Spring into Green
enter this new season. Grab some friends, water, and sunscreen and get outside to enjoy the green. There’s a whole lot to uncover here in Gwangju, and you’ll never know what you’ll learn. Where will your next adventure be?
enter this new season. Grab some friends, water, and sunscreen and get outside to enjoy the green. There’s a whole lot to uncover here in Gwangju, and you’ll never know what you’ll learn. Where will your next adventure be?
Kim Eun-ju has spent many years behind the lens capturing images not only of first-hand survivors and the bereft of the Gwangju Uprising, but also of the Jeju Uprising and the Dirty War of Argentina.
Mokpo is such a great little city. Its geography alone is impressive, with rocky Yudal-san bookending the city’s peninsular core and shielding residents from the yearly barrage of typhoons. The city also sits at the mouth of the massive Yeongsan River, which originates in Damyang-gun, passes through Gwangju and Naju, and disgorges on either side of Goha-do.
There’s an island in Jeollanam-do, just off the southwest coast of Goheung, that I love so much I almost bought a second home there despite not having a first.
My involvement with the “Lost” column began this month back in 2018, and as much as I’d like to have a single, significant topic to cover, this fourth anniversary has fallen during a creative slump. As per tradition, whenever this happens, I’m left to cobble together a few half-baked ideas with little rhyme or reason to them. And so, here it is – an underwhelming medley of odds and (dead) ends that have been crowding my workspace these past few months.
Lanterns. Lanterns everywhere. Hanging in trees. On the ground. Floating on the water. Lining the walkways.
Imagine an enterprising visionary who integrated roadside dining and the carefree frenzy of a waterpark with the grace and formality of a wedding/banquet hall.
Gwangju mourned the death of a rather quiet but determined champion for democracy early last month: Bae Eun-sim; she was 82.