I brought my camera to work one day.
I was going to make a great day-in-the-life photo essay of my workday.
The battery died before I even passed the front gate.
I had snapped some photos of my morning walk for context. It was all ho-hum stuff to me, the surroundings I glimpse every day. A squat doorframe, crates of empty soda bottles, motorcycles parked in an alley. My eyes scan past them each morning. It was only when I stopped to take photos that I saw these images standing alone, each revealing a quirky little insight into Korean living.