The Elm And The Passing of Time
Every morning, during my walk along the Yudeungcheon River, I stop to photograph an elm tree. It's become something of a daily ritual. The tree stands beside the river, not far from a small pedestrian bridge, its broad branches reaching toward the sky and spreading over the water. I've passed it countless times, and yet I never seem to tire of looking at it. There's always something that catches my eye, whether it's the morning light filtering through its leaves, the changing colors of its canopy, or the way its reflection shimmers on the water below. Lately, with autumn settling over Daejeon, I've become especially fascinated by its transformation. What was once a canopy of green has gradually taken on shades of gold, amber, and reddish brown. Every morning, the colors seem a little richer, the changes a little more pronounced. Sometimes I take a photograph from the walking path. Other mornings, I move closer to capture the leaves or find another vantage point ac...
