Images of Seoul, capture amid the harsh yet welcoming light of a winter morning that always captured the desolate ambiance of the city's urbanity during the quiet months that bookended the transitory period from one year to another.
Seoul, for me, is a million layers of time woven together in a blanket of concrete. Their usual liquid nature is slowed somewhat in the frigid temperatures of winter. Sometimes now, when the bitter, wintery air freezes my hands, the atrophy of my fingers ignites a kind of muscle memory for these moments.