With the slowest of jazz music playing – image number 3.
Umbrellas. Why do they look so good in photographs? I imagine it is the shape and form. Or maybe they bring us back to our childhood and Mary Poppins. The magic of umbrellas. Open them up and off you fly up and away.
The third in this series was taken just outside the market place. I must have appeared a little strange to those who saw me. This strange foreigner with a shower cap over his camera taking photographs of people in the rain. Very often when you take someone’s photograph on the street, their first reaction is to look around them. They experience curiosity and surprise as to why you would want to take their photograph. Some photographers will say that they avoid making eye contact with people after they shoot, that they just move on, but at times I like to make contact if I can. People usually respond well. In Korea, without a common language, showing the image you have taken of a person or group is fun. I hold the camera for them and let them see their shot. Invariably, with a little nervous laughter and smiles they will say something and I will respond with my very limited Korean. More laughter will ensue and then a little silent moment of us both looking at the image together. Then we exchange nods or bows and leave.

The slowest of jazz music playing [3]
Not sure why he was zipping up and down the road on a yellow moped. Not sure why Koreans, who are normally so obedient, do not wear helmets when riding motorbikes or mopeds. Maybe this guy was rehearsing his getaway.

Getaway driver
Here in the northeastern part of the U.S., if you are noticed taking an unsolicited photograph, you risk having some sort of confrontation or scene. I am not sure about other parts of the country. This is a challenge for me as my fingers are not long enough, as with Tom, who can hold the Ricoh GR one handed and snap photos from his lower hip at his side. I must hold the camera with both hands at waist level. Tom is never caught and I have been many times. I experienced an ugly scene in New Haven after being confronted by a panhandler. I never took his photo, but he had watched me photograph others and became paranoid. Maybe I should return to the land of my ancestors, at least there I could blend right in.