When I’d returned from Bulguksa, the bus had passed Gyeongju’s markets and it wasn’t the vegetables and fruits on display along the pavement that caught my eye, it was the faces of the women.
I decided to return the following afternoon and try to capture those women who lined the busy sidewalk. They were not young. In fact, more than a few appeared as if they should have retired years ago.
I couldn’t help but wonder how they survived when winter came because one of them was already wearing a padded jacket on a twenty degree day.