Here for the Mendocino Film Festival. Saw a documentary yesterday: Salvatore, Shoemaker of Dreams. Seeing another documentary this morning: Patrick and the Whale.
This afternoon, seeing a Nicole Holofcener movie (She is this year’s Rogue Wave honoree) and The Forger (German film).
Tonight: A Bunch of Amateurs, a British documentary about a small amateur filmmaking club struggling to survive.
Posting for Six Word Saturday.
The players were doing a relay race now, but Ezat’s gaze drifted into the distance, as if seeing his own road ahead — his twelve attempts, the container of diapers in which he’d made it onto the ferry, the forty-eight hours he’d spend trapped inside, the church in Italy where he would take refuge from the police, the train ride without a ticket to France, the freezing alleys of Paris, the Champ de Mars where he would stand trembling in ecstasy, Hamburg where he would be granted asylum, where after two years he’d learn enough German to start university, his past as inscrutable to his classmates as his future would be to his family in Iran, living alone in body and in mind, the cold of the River Elbe in winter seeping into his bones.
— The Naked Don’t Fear the Water, p. 266
Cee:
For this post, I’m focusing on GREEN monochromes. The photos below were taken in a Protected Area of the Philippines: the Mount Banahaw and Mount Cristobal Protected Landscape, which I visited last month. There’s a narrow path, along which visitors must walk to get to a waterfall. Along the way, you do see mostly green. Maybe less than 90% in some photos, but what the hey!
Took this picture of Annagmakerrig Lake on my last night at the Tyrone Guthrie Centre, last November.
Posting for Jez’s Water, Water Everywhere Challenge # 176.
Matthieu Aikins can write.
On the bus from Kabul:
It was lunchtime but despite the passengers’ protests, the driver refused to stop. We kept driving west, and later that afternoon, crossed the Helmand River, where the road that forked south to the provincial capital was cut off by the Taliban. I saw another familiar face on a billboard: Commander Hekmatullah, the district police chief killed by a roadside bomb last year. Posters of heroes became posters of martyrs, and their ink faded pale blue in the sun. I had met Hekmatullah in 2014, during the season’s record-breaking opium harvest, which had more than doubled since the year 2000. He’d kindly sent some of his men with me so that I could tour the edges of his district where the poppies started, fields that ran deep into arid wastes cultivated with bore wells and pumps, increasingly solar-powered.
— The Naked Don’t Fear the Water, p. 84
What a fun prompt!
I decided to stick to ‘airport art.”
Here goes:
The Beatles art is in the San Francisco International Airport.
The Louis Vuitton is at Singapore’s Changi Airport..
Those images do sum up the spirit of their home cities. The Beatles are fun and carefree. Changi, on the other hand, reminds me of Las Vegas, its ostentatiousness.
Stay tuned.
Cee comes up with another winner for the week’s CBWC!
Love how the vanishing point pictures develop an extra oomph when in Black and White.
I took these pictures during my trip to ye olde home country, last month.
From Cee Neuner:
Art: Alexander Calder’s Josephine Baker wire mobile; de Young Museum roof and observation tower; Contemporary Ceramics Centre, Great Russell Street, Bloomsbury
From the host:
It was fun to go back through her archives, looking for pictures of fountains. She found these three: a water fountain in the quadrangle of Christ Church, Oxford; a fountain in Allied Arts Guild in Menlo Park; and a fountain in Terminal 3 at Singapore’s Changi Airport.
From Cee Neuner:
“Shipping”: The Titanic Quarter Belfast is a fantastic experience. Self visited exactly one year ago. This is the same dock from where the Titanic launched on her fatal voyage. Self got chills.
Tip: Take the outside tour. The museum is fun, but the real history of the place comes alive in the outside tour.
Kanlaon 