I seem to recall carefully setting up a tripod to photograph this chair against the yellowish wall of a run-down fishing tackle shop in Anmok. It was early morning and there were very few people around. As I was making the photo, the owner, an old woman in a loose dress, came out and glared at me. I finished making the photo and scurried off.
Anmok was once a collection of tired houses, raw fish restaurants, and coffee vending machines. Anmok became well-known for the dozens of coffee vending machines lining the main road of the village and it was something to come and see. Developers sniffed out an opportunity, and in a few years the old houses and shops and vending machines were gone, replaced by franchised coffee shops and a Starbucks. There is no charm left in the area now, but money is being made hand over fist by people who may have never even been to the village . . . .