As seen on a grey rainy day in Pyongyang.
Back to some shots from my DPRK trip. This is a shot on the Pyongyang subway where I am being closely supervised by my government minder. Outsiders visiting North Korea are, in addition to their own tour guides, assigned official government guides, who are in essence minders who make sure that the group follows the itinerary the government has set, and that no tour group members wander off or take pictures of military secrets or other things they should not, hence the close supervision.
From this angle, the old lighthouse looks more like a sentry guarding the sky than a signal showing the way, but I suppose it is both really. Ships sail from here to far off oceans and back again; and the tower's forever flashing light relentlessly signals hello, goodbye, showing them the way. Dreamers come here too, imagining long forgotten pasts and futures yet untold; and the tower's forever flashing light matches their heartbeats, beat for beat, urging their dreams, as a sentinel of hope.