During spring break, my family and I went to a Cherry Blossom festival in Jinju. And on this trip, we decided to take the city bus rather than our car. Having to transfer a few times, I noticed that the bus stations in rural areas were more vacant as opposed the bustle of people in the city.

While waiting for the bus (which took about an hour), my parents told us stories about what it was like to take the bus when they were young. Their stories were from only a mere 20 years ago, but their stories conjured up images of at least 100 years past. I imagined myself taking a time machine with my parents to a time they were describing.

The bus station project was forged together using photographs of the smaller terminals I used last spring. I wanted to create an image that transected my parents’ generation and my own. I expressed this intersection using a mix of black and white and colors.