Sometimes I think of Korea as a suffocating, grey concrete jungle, void of any color and originality. There are days that pass that I hardly leave my high-rise or can barely see the sun through the smog. But then there are times when I am reminded of how lucky I am to be on this adventure and see something truly unique and beautiful.
Even though our family trip to the light festival yielded every imaginable hurdle (snow storm, arctic cold, massive ice sheets, crowds, minor frostbite, screaming baby, crying child, frantic mother, a fall, and a dropped camera) the twinkling lights shining from under a thin blanket of fresh snow was so incredibly beautiful.
This photo depicts two of my favorite things: orchids and shiny objects. LED orchids … I’m pretty sure I will need to find these before I leave Korea. Now, where is the twinkly light district?