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''There may be a great fire in our hearts, yet no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a wisp of smoke'' - Vincent van Gogh
©FUSINA Dominik
Pendant ce temps, en pleine gelée, la taille dans les vignes du Beaujolais continue...
The Beijing Diary
Day 5 – The Journey Home
The plan was simple enough. From Beijing, to Shenzhen airport, to Macau ferry terminal. We should be home in Macau before the evening news end at 8:30. But this is a long diary entry so you know something wrong happened. You can skip reading this one if you want.
We left our hotel before 12 noon, aboard two taxicabs, headed for the Beijing airport. I, together with three others, was aboard the second car, following the first taxi. So far, so good. A few meters away, our driver was asking us something, motioning “1-2-3” on his hand. We couldn’t understand him but after awhile, we deduce he meant what airport terminal were we suppose to go. Uh-oh. We didn’t know and we don’t have cell phones to ask the others on the first taxicab. We “handsignalled” our driver to overtake the first cab so we can ask what terminal but our driver couldn’t understand us. Our last resort was to shout loud enough for the others to hear us. “Sonny! Anong terminal?!!!” After a few shouts, they heard us (thank you cotton buds) and signaled “3”. We motioned to our driver “terminal 3”. A few minutes later, we saw them flash “2”. We told our driver that it was terminal 2 and we made sure he understand.
The drive from our hotel to the airport was about an hour, along the beautiful suburban areas on a wide highway. We were still following the first taxicab. So far, so good. But nearing the airport, after the highway tollbooth, our driver overtook the first taxicab. We would’ve preferred to follow them but I saw a sign pointing to the terminal 2 airport and that’s where we’re headed. But as I look back, I thought I saw the first taxicab slowed down and turned right towards terminal 3. Uh-oh…
We got off our cab on the drop-off area and were waiting for the others. Minutes and a number of taxicabs passed and still no sign of them. The girls went inside the terminal to ask if we’re on the right one. They returned after awhile and told us that yes, we’re on the right terminal. But where were the others? After about half an hour or more, the others came, aboard a different taxi and were fuming, noses flaring. They got into an argument with the first taxi they were on about which terminal to go. After checking in and a hearty lunch, everyone was in a good mood.
We arrived in Shenzhen airport about half an hour or more late. There is a ferry service to Macau from that airport and we were hoping we can still catch it but the last sailing was 5:30 in the afternoon. We were at the airport around 6:30. We have to take two taxicabs again to the Shekou ferry terminal (uh-oh, not again) where we were hoping we can catch the last sailing to Macau at 7:30. Thankfully, our taxi drivers know where we wanted to go, but we arrived at the Shekou terminal at 8pm.
Our last resort was to sail to Hong Kong then to Macau even though we know that will take lots of time and effort. Fortunately, we saw that there is a ferry sailing to Zhuhai, a mainland city next to Macau at 8:30. From the Zhuhai ferry terminal, we can take a short taxicab ride to the Zhuhai-Macau boarder and walk across. But our concern was if our Chinese visas would allow us to go a different Chinese province from Shenzhen. We asked the ticket booth personnel and she said it was okay. We wanted to make sure and fortunately, a Chinese who speaks fluent English helped us and asked Chinese immigration officials to confirm if we’re allowed to go to Zhuhai. It was a “go”. But the ferry to Zhuhai was a slow-moving old ferry, not unlike the high-tech, fast ferries we were accustomed to board going to Hong Kong or Shenzhen. Well, it doesn’t matter. As long as it will take us home.
Around midnight, we were resting on our own beds, inside our own respective flats in Macau, already reminiscing about our memorable Beijing trip. I believe there were smiles on everyone’s lips as we sleep, even though we have to endue an 11-12 hour travel just to get home.
To Autumn
John Keats - 1795-1821
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Auch das Essen darf auf dem Markt in Ourika nicht zu kurz kommen. Kleine Fleischspiesse findet man an jeder Ecke.
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Pure palladium print. Pretrattamento (pretreatment) con Fumed Silica -
A destra senza, a sinistra con pretrattamento (Right without, Left with pretreatment)
DMax in Green 1.20 vs 1.54
Entrambe le stampe sono state realizzate dallo stesso negativo, con la stessa chimica (Pd 1ml + Fe(III)Ox 1 ml + Na2 0,3 ml; sviluppo potassio Ossalato 50°C, tre bagni chiarificatori: EDTAII - Sodio Solfito - EDTA IV), sulla stessa carta (Arches Platine 300 g/mq) con la stessa esposizione (20 min), nelle stesse condizioni di HR (37%) e di temperatura.
La scansione è stata effettuata in 16bit, salvata in RAW e sviluppata in Camera Raw™ con gli stessi parametri di correzione nella visione intera e “normalizzata” nell’analisi dei dettagli.
La stampa pretrattata con la Fumed Silica ha più densità, scala tonale più ampia con dettagli nelle ombre miglior risoluzione delle luci.
Anche l’acutanza è migliore (vedi i dettagli) e la texture delle fibre è meno evidente, a favore di una morbidezza maggiore dell’immagine.
Both prints have been made from the same negative, with the same chemistry (Pd 1ml + Fe(III)Ox 1 ml + Na2 0,3 ml; development potassium Oxalate 50°C, three Clearing bath: EDTAII - NaSulphite - EDTA IV), on the same paper (Arches Platine 300 g/mq) with the same exposure (20 min), in the same condition of RH (37%) and temperature (16°C).
Scanning has been made in 16bit, saved as RAW data and developed in Camera Raw™ with the same parameters in the whole picture, while has been “normalized” when showing the details.
The print pretreated with fumed silica has more density, wider tonal scale in the shadows and better resolution in the highlights.
Also, sharpness is improved (see detail) and the texture of the paper is less perceptible, allowing a greater smoothness of the image
"La dame de La Meuse" par SozyOne, fume paisiblement au bord du fleuve à hauteur de Flémalle. La fresque qui orne un des murs du bâtiment industriel rappelle celle de "L’homme de la Meuse", également par SozyOne, installé quai de la Dérivation à Liège. Son épouse flémalloise est l’une des trois œuvres nées de la réflexion du patron de la société Metal Forming qui souhaitait apporter une touche colorée et artistique pour embellir son parc industriel (...)
Source: streetartcities.com/cities/liege/markers/36324
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“La dame de La Meuse” by SozyOne, smokes peacefully on the banks of the river near Flémalle. The fresco which adorns one of the walls of the industrial building recalls that of "The Man from the Meuse", also by SozyOne, installed on Quai de la Dérivation in Liège. His Flemish wife is one of the three works born from the reflection of the boss of the Metal Forming company who wanted to bring a colorful and artistic touch to beautify his industrial park
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“La dame de La Meuse” van SozyOne, rookt vredig aan de oevers van de rivier bij Flémalle. Het fresco dat een van de muren van het industriële gebouw siert, doet denken aan dat van "De man van de Maas", eveneens van SozyOne, geïnstalleerd aan de Quai de la Dérivation in Luik. Zijn Vlaamse vrouw is een van de drie werken die voortkomen uit de reflectie van de baas van het bedrijf Metal Forming, die een kleurrijk en artistiek tintje wilde geven om zijn industriepark te verfraaien
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
~William Shakespeare
Smoking and strobe lights. Lovely.
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