I received an e-mail on August 29th. The title of the e-mail is as follows.

" Congratulations, your entry made it to the "Official Selection" Round - IPA 2024! "

Dear Jeongwoo Jeong,

Congratulations! It is my great pleasure to inform you that your entry "Fairy song" has made it to the final round of jury voting and is awarded the title "Official Selection" in the International Photography Awards 2024. The final winners based on the jury's votes will be announced next month, so stay tuned!

Please login to your IPA account and verify that all of your information is current, your profile is complete, and the title of your entry is correct - you can also download your “Official Selection” badge and certificate from here.

Feel free to contact our support team if you have any questions. 

We are very much looking forward to announcing the final winners in the 3rd week of September.  Thank you for your participation, and congratulations on your great work!

Sincerely, 

Hossein Farmani 

President, IPA

The photo promoted in this contest is the same as the one that received HM at the PX3 Awards recently. Here's a picture right below.

My transcription today is the lyrics of a beautiful song from a very famous movie. Today is the weekend, so I'm watching TV leisurely, and it's been a long time since this movie was rerun, so I thought I should listen to this music and transcribe this song while savoring the lyrics again today.

Let's watch the video of transcribing this first.

Falling Slowly (Once OST)  B&W

Falling Slowly (Once OST)

Falling Slowly (Once OST)

Falling Slowly (Once OST)  Color

I was listening to this song today and it was so good that I transcribed it. ☺

Experiment06 B&W Experiment06 Color

This poem is about regretting not being able to make a true confession to a loved one in the past. This interpretation is a very direct interpretation, and it seems to contain a meaning of resentment that the lover did not understand his feelings properly, although he seems to regret looking back on me in the past.

She was an American female poet and playwright. She started writing poetry when she was a teenager, and after graduating from college, she began publishing poetry collections, becoming a great commercial success.

He was a feminist who believed in free love and, as in this poem, tried to find true love. However, he died in 1950 after suffering from a car accident, without working for a long time as a result of the aftereffects.

“I think I should have loved you presently”

By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I think I should have loved you presently,

And given in earnest words I flung in jest;

And lifted honest eyes for you to see,

And caught your hand against my cheek and breast;

And all my pretty follies flung aside

That won you to me, and beneath your gaze,

Naked of reticence and shorn of pride,

Spread like a chart my little wicked ways.

I, that had been to you, had you remained,

But one more waking from a recurrent dream,

Cherish no less the certain stakes I gained,

And walk your memory’s halls, austere, supreme,

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew

Who would have loved you in a day or two.

Experiment21  B&W

Experiment21  Color

The reason why I posted this edited photo is that if I can't reverse my regrets about my past actions, I want to move forward more vigorously.

The car scanned in this photo can be seen as a symbol of such a journey and a bright future.

The following is the result of transcribing this poem.

I think I should have loved you presently By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I also filmed a video of me transcribing this article.

Original Color

Original B&W

Thankfully, I won the PX3 Awards again this year. While photographing as a hobby, I was most proud of myself and was able to achieve a high sense of accomplishment.

The picture that won this year's award is titled Fairy Song. Below, I show the picture.

Fairy Song

This photo was taken on June 11, 2023. It wasn't even summer yet, and it felt great to grow cosmos in the park in advance and see the cosmos that bloom a lot in autumn in spring. This photo was taken with an XF 150-600 telephoto lens.

It was a pretty hot day because the weather was so nice. The cosmos was blooming beautifully, and a small bug stuck to a flower, so I took pictures of it, and the sun was diagonally shining, so it was a great environment to take pictures of.

The reason why I named the picture like this is because the atmosphere of the picture itself is clear and beautiful.

https://px3.fr/winners/hm/2024/1-113564-24

Next, I'll post the badge and certificate for this award

certificate

H/M badge

https://youtube.com/shorts/Vr7kfhZCM7M

It is a poem by Emily Dickinson, a renowned American female poet.
I've transcribed this poet's poem many times before and posted it on this blog.

The poem placed contrasting words in each paragraph. The happy and lonely moments are short, and in return, the chiru expresses the exhaustion and constant effort.

I think reading Emily Dickinson's poetry, sometimes it seems depressing, but it also shows a willingness to deal with the depression that she has expressed in such a way a little deeper.

Experiment24  B&W

Experiment24  Color

For each ecstatic instant  By Emily Dickinson


For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years –
Bitter contested farthings –
And Coffers heaped with Tears!

For each ecstatic instant  By Emily Dickinson

It's been a while since I posted today. Time goes by really fast.

I transcribed this poem into a Hemisphere fountain pen from Waterman. And I used Irosijuku kiri-same ink.

a transcription video  ->   https://youtube.com/shorts/Jin02zhMEl0

This poem is taken to mean that time passes so fast that it is not recognized that the moment of a shining life is not eternal and disappears in an instant.

Time goes by so fast that I can think of it as a lesson not to cherish the present time and waste it.

Nothing Gold Can Stay   By Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

Experiment25 Color

Experiment25 B&W

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

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In this experiment 25, I tried to staple the picture. I tried to express how I want to force myself to catch the time that goes by quickly. I'll try to put the original of this picture below.

Original Color

Original B&W

Poet Ahn Joo-cheol has not published many poems as Korean poets, but he is said to be a poet who constantly strives and challenges in academia.

I tried to transcribe this poem as a representative work in his recently published poetry collection.

Also, this poem was translated into English well, so I transcribed it together.

Experiment24

Hamburg   By Ahn Joo Cheol

Translated by Jeanine Walker and Shim Jaekwan

Now I have a new hometown to die in and a new grave.

Now I have a far north European port

where I can touch the darkness for a long time.

Even though I recognize that the hometown

I was born in died before me and that a hometown

is nothing but a father,

even though I’m tired of living on the backs of stupid metaphors

and the tumbler on the shaking tips of my fingers is heavy,

the waves that count the age of the sea

flood onto the beach. I untie my mother’s bandage.

Blood-soaked gauze floods in.

The gauze turns away from me and comes rushing in.

Because my daughter’s hometown

is a faraway country where flowers bloom on the horizon,

I decide to forget the village where I was born and its shameful nationality.

Like giving water to a dead tree,

like leaning into a dead tree, my hand trembling,

I decide to forget.

Sitting on the seawall like a fish caught on a hook,

holding a boiled octopus while thinking about

a boiled seawall, I smirk. There may be sand

on my daughter’s toes, but the power of the waves

isn’t necessarily due to the age of the sand.

함부르크  By Ahn Joo Cheol

새롭게 죽을 고향과 새로운 무덤이 생겼다.

어둠을 오랫동안 만질 수 있는

머나먼 북구의 항구가 생겼다.

내가 태어난 고향이 나보다 먼저 죽어서

고향도 아버지에 불과하다는 걸

인정하게 되었지만

미련한 비유에 기대어 살기에도 지쳐서

잘게 떠는 손끝에 걸리는 술잔이 무거워서

해변으로 바다의 나이를 세는

파도가 밀려온다. 엄마의 붕대를 푼다.

피에 젖은 거즈가 밀려온다.

등을 돌리고 밀려온다.

내가 낳은 딸아이의 고향은

수평선 위에 꽃이 피는 먼 나라이기 때문에

내가 태어난 마을과 쑥스러운 국적을 잊기로 한다.

죽은 나무에 물을 주듯이

죽은 나무에 내 손의 떨림을 기울여주듯이

잊기로 한다.

방파제에 앉아 삶은 문어를 들고

삶은 방파제를 떠올리다 낚싯바늘에 걸린

잡어처럼 피식 웃는다. 딸아이의 발가락에

모래가 낀 것 같지만 파도가 센 것이 꼭

모래의 나이만은 아닐 것이다.

함부르크01  안주철

함부르크02  안주철

Reading this poem depicts a scene of complex feelings about life and reminiscing about memories of the past.
It seems to depict the feelings of a boy who has aged.

https://youtu.be/HkwUSKRIyXs    함부르크 필사

Dreams  /  Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams 

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

https://youtube.com/shorts/lWJmeeQUiPs

Experiment06 Color

Experiment06 B&W

The weather is so hot here in Korea these days. The sunlight is strong, but most of all, the humidity is high, so it feels hotter. So I remembered last winter in my head and suddenly wanted to see the winter photos, so when I printed them out, I noticed that I was changing little by little as I came across this poem.

Experiment24  B&W

Experiment24  Color

This time, I uploaded the picture first. When it's very hot these days, I like pictures like this. 

But the poem depicts the morning, and the picture was taken in the middle of the night. The time covered in the photo and the poem is different, but I think the atmosphere that comes out of these works is very similar.

Winter morning poem    By Ogden Nash

​Winter is the king of showmen,

Turning tree stumps into snow men

And houses into birthday cakes

And spreading sugar over lakes.

Smooth and clean and frosty white,

The world looks good enough to bite.

That's the season to be young,

Catching snowflakes on your tongue!

Snow is snowy when it's snowing.

I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.

🔽 a handwriting video 🔽

https://youtu.be/U0DgYeVrDhE

When I read this poem, I think that winter has come quickly and that it would be nice. Thank you so much for watching my transcription again this time. 🙏🙏

Winter morning poem  By Ogden Nash

Winter morning poem  By Ogden Nash

I don't really understand exactly what this poem means, but I guess some words and rhymes of this poem represent how beautiful this poem is.

I transcribed this poem with a fountain pen, and today, strangely, I really like the writing I wrote.

As I read this poem, I feel like I'm facing a playful child.

Ветер  /  Иннокентия Анненского

Люблю его, когда, сердит,

Он поле ржи задернет флёром

Иль нежным лётом бороздит

Волну по розовым озерам;

Когда грозит он кораблю

И паруса свивает в жгутья;

И шум зеленый я люблю,

И облаков люблю лоскутья...

Но мне милей в глуши садов

Тот ветер теплый и игривый,

Что хлещет жгучею крапивой

По шапкам розовым дедов.

* Дед, деды - репейник, чертополох.

Ветер

Ветер B&W

Experiment21 Ветер

Thank you so much for reading my writing again today. 🙏😅

▶▶ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLOEpCD7Xgo

🔽 Experiment21 🔽

https://idea0404.blogspot.com/2024/06/transcription-of-laughing-song-by.html