夜深了，
西方落日的彩霞早尘忘，
不知是吞没阳光的地平线深黑，还是今夜已经黑如锅底。
一里外的高速还是拥挤像人生般的繁忙，在时空穿梭。
我的音乐始终播放着，我心中的宴席是长久的，
舞厅的烈火万能的燃烧，
难免夜长梦多，苏打配热牛奶与你一同享受。
Monday, January 25, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
china perspectives 2009-2010 completed on 01/24/10 **watch out for future updates **
Cranberry juice chilled no ice in a cup and top off with 1 shot of red wine. Chinese pop music is flowing out of the JBL speakers. I'm working on the process of time reversal. I'm in the state of completely "cracked out". Tomorrow is work and today is the last day of my vacation.I just came back yesterday afternoon from my 14 hours of flight across the arctic from Beijing.
Not easy to survive in a new place. He could have enjoyed a different life in China some say but I think he did great by painting his way from the streets of NY and able to enjoy 3 month vacations traveling the places and be his own boss. This was taken the day we left JFK on Christmas day 2009.
When you fly Air China, you might not able to enjoy JW black and you might find yourself indulge on limited supply of made in china great wall brand merlot and chardonnay but passengers and the crew are mixed like a huge market. We roam around freely and could help ourselves with refreshments anytime.
Ipod is now half drained and I was having hard time falling asleep from just 3 small cups of mixed red and white wine. I flopped open the window and found the world outside in a cold blue gel like world of dull and dead river that curves and loop like a big snake.
I couldn't imagine anyone would live down there. Maybe there are huge hungry undiscovered big fish down there in those murky cold rivers of Siberia.
Deprived of sleep but overly excited. I finally called quits to the rolling, tossing, and turning. I sat by the window until the first straw of lights shined through the remains of last night's haze and smog. I felt the bed shaking last night. Maybe I was too tired or perhaps I was having a spiritual encounter of the room which I slept in is actually my aunt's studio. A studio is not just a room but the place where every structure and ornament of the room becomes one when the artist is at work. this room is alive, I felt great to be part of it. Soft lights fall on the oak wood dinner table. Apples and bread, jam and butter are at our service.
We arrived the Beijing teacher's academy film school. My uncle Afu and a legion of Chinese film makers and legends some retired however not giving up and most are still passionate doing their things, teach here and planting future film industry giants. This place is actually the remains of an ancient garden from the Qing dynasty. This place is called BeiLi garden. This place belongs to one of the emperor's brothers.
The road of learning is infinite. It's not just beyond that white wall to the end, there will be a break through.
My uncle Fu Jin Sheng, cinematographer, director, writer, and teacher. What I can say about the guy, well, I'm won't attribute to his already famed film and photography successes. I have to say his facial features are like magic. He's constantly directing his own movies what ever he does and where ever he goes.
Tell me if he looks like a man of 65.
We ended our 1st day in China and our 1st day of our first destination Beijing with a wholesome meal.
I'm not an expert of Peking duck. But everything in China tastes differently. This is due to the different method of PRC harvesting their crops and feeding their meat makers. The restaurant we ate at is a historical protected site. Thus, the government requires the restaurant to be operated under no heat during winter to help maintain the infrastructure.
~ to be continued
I thought the chinese white wine or baiju could help me fall asleep better. Well, all the food, whole day of running, sleep deprivation, and that 55% fire water knocked me out at around 1030pm. Then I happily awoke in the darkness but only find the clock reads 350am. I wasted another hour with toss and turning and finally said goodbye to the night and started sending emails to the now daylight New York.The little dog my aunt is trying to raise. Her name is Sung Ming, named off an actress's role in a korean TV drama she likes to watch. The dog loves the smell of my feet and dancing around my toes and lick them in ecstasy.
2 hours later, we arrived at the site of my aunt, uncle, and his son and the wife's future settling ground. This is some of the last suburban communities absorbed by the large capital city. This is located outside the 6th highway ring of Beijing. My uncle bought 2 x 2 floors units all on the top 6th floor. 
Here AFU doing his best, directing a construction site. Mind you since he funds the place, he is after all the producer and I'm the cinematographer.
Not far away from where he lives in the future. We arrived a historical site both by age and incident, below wikipedia excerpts will help educate the background behind these photos I took of the place.
The Yongding River (simplified Chinese: 永定河; traditional Chinese: same; pinyin: Yǒngdìng Hé; Wade Giles: Yungting River) is a river in northern China. It is one of the main tributaries in the Hai River system and is best known as the largest river to flow through Beijing Municipality. The river is 650 km in length and drains an area of 47,016 km2. It emerges from the Guancen Mountains of Ningwu County in Shanxi Province, where it is known as the Cangqian River (桑乾河) and flows northeast into Inner Mongolia and then heads southeast into Hebei Province. In Huailai County, it fills the Guanting Reservoir, the biggest reservoir serving Beijing and takes on the name Yongding. It enters Beijing Municipality through theXishan Mountains west of the city in Mentougou District and descends into the flatlands of Fengtai and Daxing Districts. The river eventually flows back into Hebei Province and then on toTianjin Municipality, where it meets the Hai River just before the latter enters the city and then empties into the Bohai Sea at Tanggu. Part of the river is diverted before the juncture with the Hai, and flows directly into the Bohai Sea. This channel is called the Yongding New River (永定新河).
wikipedia:The Marco Polo Bridge Incident (盧溝橋事變; also known as 七七事變, 七七盧溝橋事變 or the Lugouqiao Incident) was a battle between the Republic of China's National Revolutionary Army and the Imperial Japanese Army, often used as the marker for the start of the Second Sino-Japanese War (1937–1945). The eleven-arch granite bridge, Lugouqiao, is an architecturally significant structure, restored by the Kangxi Emperor (1662–1722). Often signifying the opening of Japan's comprehensive invasion of mainland China, both this 7 July and 18 September (Mukden Incident) are still remembered as days of national humiliation by some Chinese.
~ to be continued
My Uncle Afu would spend most of his time devoting his passion to his beloved arts. He often chants that when someone is at a poker table or getting numbed off the 2nd bottle, you should only find him somewhere in his own little corner and paint in oil, water color, or his mind. He would paint anything. He is 100% not an introvert that he expresses so much attention one should really need to open up the mind and accept his sarcastic yet absolute from the heart emotions that transcend down to this ever changing magical facial expressions. His personal fundamental when come to the creation of a good digital photo or maybe in a broader spectrum do define how he shoots his movies steadily using his film gears he would say, one must know how light works in a film camera and only to master your types of film and how to take a digital picture based on the concepts of film works can finally be on the right path. His Monkey and Aries personality drives him to go head on and express his own individuality. Afu doesn't shy away from the norm and the mainstream. He embraces the now and the coming with his heart yet he played the mainstream with his untainted heart. His don't give a fuck (plain English) attitude is my admiration. I learned much from him. He collection of cameras are not just there to be dusted. He regularly uses his platoon of good film soldiers. He boast one should never take photography as his hobby that to get your name out there is the only way to the next level. I likes to say, once you have the 1st, 2nd is already at the door. The following a brief photographic outline of his equipment room. Here we will see 6x6, 8x10, his priced Toyo large format camera, his Hassel, Mamiya RZ67, he also sports 2 DSLR the canon 5D mkii and 40D.
He would take his large format camera to parks like Yuan Ming Yuan because there are places in that park might still exist like how it should before the Cultural revolution, before the Japanese, before 1912 and during a time the country has not been cut up by the foreign powers, there he marks his lenses for the final capture before the modern world forever wipes out the culture like ancient tombs capped in steel and glass. He'd take several digital shots before settling on just 3 or 4 8x10s and these priced collection could be sold as high as 40,000Y each.
His recent sparrow and lotus works are discussed in the Jan 2010 issue of Digital Power magazine China.
my dad playing with a hassel
his steadiness is legendary in Asia, here he demonstrates his spotting skill.
Pentax 6x6
The big reunion of the 3 Zhao siblings and grandma's grandson who composed this shot.
Stepping out of the rusty metal gate of her front yard you look left and their is a hill that leads east. This is to the east gate and onto number 2nd court. Where are the kids? 20 years ago this is where we played hide and seek, where is everybody?
A few passerby took my big camera for great attention. They were surprised of me taking of this shot and thought the vines are much better looking in summer. I told them I'm searching for the sense of renewing that the old bring the new, death is just another idling beauty that signal for change. One needs to look at beauty differently. No one answered.
Tshirts hung outside the second floor living room windows. My lenses were gliding through this shot and capture what ever that's unique to omy American trained eyes. I really like the colors of these old buildings.
Speechless, very nice Subway system
I took this shot through the crowded old communities that stood dwarf standby the shadow towering Jiangsu #1 tall building.
Some sentimental feelings surge by the hot blood carried in warm vessels. She described how this music box looks identical to the one given by her beloved brother. I jokingly asked her if she's a little sentimental but she firmly replied not quiet there yet.
*** 01/08/10 1017pm, now 1018pm, the remnant of Jetlag hang strong and hit my head constantly like waves of dizziness. I need to brush up and wash away the dust before settling to to a deep dream. I hope I can have a full night of sleep without interruption.
To be continued ~
I told everyone that I was going to walk around. I dashed out the front gate and my peripheral caught my attention so I turned and looked left. On one of the dried up branches I found a shell dangling in the wind. I walked close and examined the shell of a cicada larvae. When I was young I used to dig them up from their hide outs. They make very good food. Always I want to try them, heard they taste like shrimp.
I'm out of the front gate. In front of me is where my aunt lives up on the 3rd floor. These buildings are among the older apartments. This place could have been more upgraded if not for the less open minded folks that refuse to see China changes. But it is already changing fast, so most of the older buildings unless of important historical value will face tore down or at gov's expense to redecorate.
I didn't take much photo for the rest of the day. We stayed in door all night to dine then talk and caught up with current events and thoughts. I read an article my grandma published. It was about her first time and probably last time experience with CKS. Chiang Kak Shek is described again in his legendary proportion but with twist of the less glamorous, more sweet, and definitely real, something never heard of him before.
The housekeeper cooked a few favorite dishes from this part of the country. The housekeeper is from Liu He 六和. Which is not far from Nanjing and in fact it is now part of metro coverage. Many cities have gotten much larger in China after I left 20 years ago. Beijing has is biggest monopoly to eat up everything in her surrounding as if the Gobi has ate enough. Nanjing has brought a few surrounding country villages under her umbrella and what used to been rice fields and clear lively spring water spawning with fish and crabs are now neon lights, miniature vegas where people don't hold doors or say thank you when accepting service.
I've learned to be more numb about certain less attractive side of China. Since I've gotten serious with my hobby, I want to see things bigger, rather focusing on the negative, I'd like examine it and take advantage of the energy to make something more creative.
My thoughts ran on all night. I thought I could sleep a little but I ended up with just 3 hours of less than ram sleep and 2 hours of kicking and turning. There is not PC, it's dark and cold, so there is not much outside this part of the town could offer.
People worried if I will be cold in China. Beijing is much colder than NY. Talk thermo long john and pair of jeans would make me sweat in NY's subzero temp but in Beijing even with heat where is still fucking cold.
The 5 days I spent in Nanjing the temp hovered around 6 - 9 c so that's about the same 30s thirty something high in NY. But Nanjing and many southern city don't have built in housing. Reference by history Nanjing is a seasonal city with defined spring and fall, cold winter, and brutal summer.
Finally 6 am, I dressed according to weather but 1 extra layer and ventured out with my tourist friendly 18-200 lens mounted on D200. First stop, Nanjing University. That silhouette tree tops were shot near the track and field of the university.
I was able to navigate most of the old buildings with ease. I roamed here for several years digging up bugs, climbing trees, mastered the art of hide and seek, played with mineral rocks behind the Geology department and claimed $10 rocks and kept it like gold. I wanted to be stingy on shots and pay less attention to facts like a sign, name, I wanted more tranquility in my shots. When I need noise, I can easily leave this place and point my lens like a microphone at any given moment to capture tons of noise.
If my memory serves me up right. This should be outside Math Dept my "favored subject", 1+1=4.
At one point one could take a picture of this building with more grand surrounding but now this definite symbol is dwarfed by the metro behind. I've grown to like this contrast of the modern background and the cultural forefront. This remind place remind me central park.
I think Asian countries with cars lining up instantly bring pictures of some early 80's Japanese TV drama. Like Taiwan, most old streets are not designed for so much traffic. In the US, Chinese are sometimes stereotyped for Math wizards and bad drivers. Truth is, Chinese are too good to drive in America. We drive faster than our km/h friends but they drive with legions of bikes, scooters, people, and other things. There is an attitude or soul in China's road. It's almost like the rhythm is madness and the ones fall out of place get just bumped and now the grand Scales ACCIDENTS we get here. When you cut off somebody, that person will likely to hunk and pass you or get you in the dark but in NYC, you cut me, I cut you, then open the window and say Fuck you.
This small path leads to Jiangsu road. At one point when I was 6, this part of the town is consider my city limit. When I grow, my border gets wider as the territory expend. I sometime mark the spot with chalk or take a piss to show off my existence and the animal side.
One week has passed since I arrived Beijing's snowy morning and 50 years unseen brutal cold. My last few days in Beijing have many stories to tell and you will glimpse some exclusive photos in the upcoming days.
As I walked down the quiet path just west of the University. The street is becoming more and more crowded as I approach the big intersection below. There are a dozen car factories in China licensed to make almost any brands and models we commonly know. Many models here are exclusively for China. VW have joint venture company in China since the 80s. I still remember when I was in elementary school and the big national celebration of joint venture of VW and the making of the famous Shanghai Santana. The VW Polo is popular here since it is small and agile to navigate the troublesome streets here.
A man enjoying his morning smoke. I took several shots of him from outside crouching down. I kept one eye fix to the viewfinder while the other glances the traffic below and used my right ear to scan the traffic above like a radar.
A familiar publishing company above an old staircase. I miss this type of old structures. There is a familiar mixed smell of humidity, smog, breakfast grease, garbage, and some kind of dirty toilet odor in the air. The smell is very cozy to me and seriously when I walk by an open sewer I'd take a strong whiff just to remember how shit smells like in China.
Food is among the cheapest thing to buy here in China. But of course if you want to eat lavishly, a 7 men meal at some crazy high priced place can run you 10,000Y that's about $1464. But eat right, know what you buy, a decent 7 men meal consist of 7 dishes which could include famous dish like steamed Yangtse Sturgeon for just 500Y that's about $73.00.
Here is traditional eatery and in the morning they serve wonton, fried dumpling, fried doe twist.
Let the noise begin!!!!!!!!!!
You seen the paper, you seen TV, this is noise level at just 25%, this is nothing, just the tip of iceberg.
Back in 1984 I went to a premier top kindergarten in Gu Lou district thanks to my exceptional talents but mostly family connections. Later thanks to my good reps in the Kindergarten I was introduced to the top elementary school, Lang Ya Lu Elementary school. Then in 1986 the tuition for this school was expensive but only at 30Y per year which then was about just $2. Today the Gu Lou Kindergarten is a state renowned good place to raise your kid for future success and the elite and rich send their kids there for 40,000Y that's more than many colleges. I believe Lang Ya Lu elementary cost as much or more than 40,000Y per year. Then just a few parents come to drop off or pick up their kids. Then we know about independent and how to help our parents to save money. Then getting spoiled is something not to brag about. Many of the good characteristics from the fundamentals of simply how to be a good person are not around anymore. With the one child policy which seemed to be a money saving idea for struggling parents but become more costly since one child is all you got so often the little kings and queens get the goodies of 2 or more siblings.
City expands like a big blob from Science fiction eating up the small towns and villages that surrounds. Farm lands are more centralized toward the southern heartlands. The coastal cities are booming. Farms are gone so the farmers move into the city to fight for a share of their good living. They often find themselves in uncharted territories, doing unfamiliar jobs, fighting stats quo, prejudice and simply poverty. The government regulated overall market prices are soaring a ridiculous pace. The 10 days I was there I heard my share of bad economy. It is happening everywhere but I personally think the Chinese Gov if not the local gov puppets the market and setting their own high price for stimulation. These days many Chinese tourist arrive NY not to come here to see the culture and learn about the freedom, they rush to 5th ave to buy clothes. 10 years ago I went back to China and bought many hip looking western clothes at price they think were expensive but to me was just fraction of my USD cost. Now it's the reverse, the necessities in China have got so big expensive, I'd suggest not to use the currency exchange as a mode for discount textile items simply see the culture, eat the food, and don't buy anything from the department stores.
This part of the town remind me of Taipei. Well the KMT fled to Taiwan and they did bring a piece of their capital Nanjing characteristic to build Taipei. The #7 tallest building or #1 tallest in Jiangsu is in the background creeping out of the haze and smog. That's no fog, that's called a developing nation. I talked to a few friends and none of them like the fast paced development of China in recent years. Buildings like this one are viewed as halo buildings, or simply a competition icon.
Exclusive shot from inside a Chinese bank. It's ridiculously slow in here. This semi private bank has the timeliness of a social security office.
My Uncle Afu would spend most of his time devoting his passion to his beloved arts. He often chants that when someone is at a poker table or getting numbed off the 2nd bottle, you should only find him somewhere in his own little corner and paint in oil, water color, or his mind. He would paint anything. He is 100% not an introvert that he expresses so much attention one should really need to open up the mind and accept his sarcastic yet absolute from the heart emotions that transcend down to this ever changing magical facial expressions. His personal fundamental when come to the creation of a good digital photo or maybe in a broader spectrum do define how he shoots his movies steadily using his film gears he would say, one must know how light works in a film camera and only to master your types of film and how to take a digital picture based on the concepts of film works can finally be on the right path. His Monkey and Aries personality drives him to go head on and express his own individuality. Afu doesn't shy away from the norm and the mainstream. He embraces the now and the coming with his heart yet he played the mainstream with his untainted heart. His don't give a fuck (plain English) attitude is my admiration. I learned much from him. He collection of cameras are not just there to be dusted. He regularly uses his platoon of good film soldiers. He boast one should never take photography as his hobby that to get your name out there is the only way to the next level. I likes to say, once you have the 1st, 2nd is already at the door. The following a brief photographic outline of his equipment room. Here we will see 6x6, 8x10, his priced Toyo large format camera, his Hassel, Mamiya RZ67, he also sports 2 DSLR the canon 5D mkii and 40D.
His recent sparrow and lotus works are discussed in the Jan 2010 issue of Digital Power magazine China.
my dad playing with a hassel
Per AFU, online said there are 2 of these babies in Beijing listed but he never spoke out about the third medium format Mamiya 500mm lens and often used.
his steadiness is legendary in Asia, here he demonstrates his spotting skill.
Mamiya 500mm mounted with Mamiya RZ 67
Pentax 6x611 :51pm Wed nights 01/06/10 my 2nd day and 1st full day is about to end. I left China 01/05/10 and arrived 15 hours later and still 01/05/10. I've cheated time or did I?
Below was taken during my ride to the train station on my 1st full day and the 2nd day in Beijing.
The gridlock in front of the TianAnMen Square. To save electricity, the global economy left the otherwise well lit SQ in the dark. The dusts are kicking in, I'm glad I'm leaving for Nanjing.
Conversation carried about in the bunk bed cabin of our train. They were discussing types of movie they watched. Events like the cultural revoltion and June 4th were cited in crystal clear story lines. PRC blocks blogger for the fear of blogger like myself just casually talking the truth.
During of our dinners in Beijing, the famous Teacher Setu persuaded a young American not to foolishly follow certain high profile artists for the sake of revolution and simply realize that Culture is fluid and always run like a current or river but Politics are brief, we revolt in seconds through impulses that in the course of history, politics are and will change fast.
We talked about events like 6/4 how the leaders of the revolution may as well have tomorrow's plane departure ticket handy that the bloodshed should only be given by the followers and the history continues as the leader departs and another takes over. We talked about ignorant mind of a revolutionist maybe just as narrow and selfish as a senseless government not worth fighting for.
Trapped inside a heated bunk cabin I felt anxious and nervously await for sunlights. 3 years ago I stumbled on this land full of criticism. 3 years later I'm able to see beyond slow ethical improvement but imagine how perfect China could become in just a few years.
Trapped in the dark cabin with strangling heat, I tossed and turned as if an inmate struggling with the thought of justice while trying to find peace during his first night of many years ahead in the lonely prison cell.
*** to be continued in the days ahead
I couldn't sleep all night. Crammed in that uncomfortable bunk bed and I look around was just darkness and the sound the of my father snoring.
Finally some lights, oh it's just another station we were passing.
Just like that I was wide awake and bored all night.
I sat there until the fog has went away and we traveled from the north to the more temperate Jiangsu area.
The cabin was surprisingly well lit so I could capture 1/500 F4 shots of the fast sweeping by trees.
Along the way there were communities and their little houses standing over the edge of rivers or a flooded rice paddies.
The famous Anhui Fu Li Chicken brought memories of the Zhao siblings. They thought about their past visits to this station and they would also buy this chicken. Back then this type of roast chicken was cooked and ready to eat as oppose to the prepackaged cold rock hard chicken of today.
Finally some lights, oh it's just another station we were passing.
Just like that I was wide awake and bored all night.
I sat there until the fog has went away and we traveled from the north to the more temperate Jiangsu area.
The cabin was surprisingly well lit so I could capture 1/500 F4 shots of the fast sweeping by trees.
Along the way there were communities and their little houses standing over the edge of rivers or a flooded rice paddies.
The big reunion of the 3 Zhao siblings and grandma's grandson who composed this shot.
Stepping out of the rusty metal gate of her front yard you look left and their is a hill that leads east. This is to the east gate and onto number 2nd court. Where are the kids? 20 years ago this is where we played hide and seek, where is everybody?
A few passerby took my big camera for great attention. They were surprised of me taking of this shot and thought the vines are much better looking in summer. I told them I'm searching for the sense of renewing that the old bring the new, death is just another idling beauty that signal for change. One needs to look at beauty differently. No one answered.
Tshirts hung outside the second floor living room windows. My lenses were gliding through this shot and capture what ever that's unique to omy American trained eyes. I really like the colors of these old buildings. 
Speechless, very nice Subway system
I took this shot through the crowded old communities that stood dwarf standby the shadow towering Jiangsu #1 tall building.
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*** 01/08/10 1017pm, now 1018pm, the remnant of Jetlag hang strong and hit my head constantly like waves of dizziness. I need to brush up and wash away the dust before settling to to a deep dream. I hope I can have a full night of sleep without interruption.
To be continued ~
I told everyone that I was going to walk around. I dashed out the front gate and my peripheral caught my attention so I turned and looked left. On one of the dried up branches I found a shell dangling in the wind. I walked close and examined the shell of a cicada larvae. When I was young I used to dig them up from their hide outs. They make very good food. Always I want to try them, heard they taste like shrimp.
I'm out of the front gate. In front of me is where my aunt lives up on the 3rd floor. These buildings are among the older apartments. This place could have been more upgraded if not for the less open minded folks that refuse to see China changes. But it is already changing fast, so most of the older buildings unless of important historical value will face tore down or at gov's expense to redecorate.
I didn't take much photo for the rest of the day. We stayed in door all night to dine then talk and caught up with current events and thoughts. I read an article my grandma published. It was about her first time and probably last time experience with CKS. Chiang Kak Shek is described again in his legendary proportion but with twist of the less glamorous, more sweet, and definitely real, something never heard of him before.
The housekeeper cooked a few favorite dishes from this part of the country. The housekeeper is from Liu He 六和. Which is not far from Nanjing and in fact it is now part of metro coverage. Many cities have gotten much larger in China after I left 20 years ago. Beijing has is biggest monopoly to eat up everything in her surrounding as if the Gobi has ate enough. Nanjing has brought a few surrounding country villages under her umbrella and what used to been rice fields and clear lively spring water spawning with fish and crabs are now neon lights, miniature vegas where people don't hold doors or say thank you when accepting service.
I've learned to be more numb about certain less attractive side of China. Since I've gotten serious with my hobby, I want to see things bigger, rather focusing on the negative, I'd like examine it and take advantage of the energy to make something more creative.
People worried if I will be cold in China. Beijing is much colder than NY. Talk thermo long john and pair of jeans would make me sweat in NY's subzero temp but in Beijing even with heat where is still fucking cold.
The 5 days I spent in Nanjing the temp hovered around 6 - 9 c so that's about the same 30s thirty something high in NY. But Nanjing and many southern city don't have built in housing. Reference by history Nanjing is a seasonal city with defined spring and fall, cold winter, and brutal summer.
Finally 6 am, I dressed according to weather but 1 extra layer and ventured out with my tourist friendly 18-200 lens mounted on D200. First stop, Nanjing University. That silhouette tree tops were shot near the track and field of the university.
I was able to navigate most of the old buildings with ease. I roamed here for several years digging up bugs, climbing trees, mastered the art of hide and seek, played with mineral rocks behind the Geology department and claimed $10 rocks and kept it like gold. I wanted to be stingy on shots and pay less attention to facts like a sign, name, I wanted more tranquility in my shots. When I need noise, I can easily leave this place and point my lens like a microphone at any given moment to capture tons of noise.
If my memory serves me up right. This should be outside Math Dept my "favored subject", 1+1=4.
At one point one could take a picture of this building with more grand surrounding but now this definite symbol is dwarfed by the metro behind. I've grown to like this contrast of the modern background and the cultural forefront. This remind place remind me central park.
This small path leads to Jiangsu road. At one point when I was 6, this part of the town is consider my city limit. When I grow, my border gets wider as the territory expend. I sometime mark the spot with chalk or take a piss to show off my existence and the animal side.
One week has passed since I arrived Beijing's snowy morning and 50 years unseen brutal cold. My last few days in Beijing have many stories to tell and you will glimpse some exclusive photos in the upcoming days.
A man enjoying his morning smoke. I took several shots of him from outside crouching down. I kept one eye fix to the viewfinder while the other glances the traffic below and used my right ear to scan the traffic above like a radar.
A familiar publishing company above an old staircase. I miss this type of old structures. There is a familiar mixed smell of humidity, smog, breakfast grease, garbage, and some kind of dirty toilet odor in the air. The smell is very cozy to me and seriously when I walk by an open sewer I'd take a strong whiff just to remember how shit smells like in China.
Food is among the cheapest thing to buy here in China. But of course if you want to eat lavishly, a 7 men meal at some crazy high priced place can run you 10,000Y that's about $1464. But eat right, know what you buy, a decent 7 men meal consist of 7 dishes which could include famous dish like steamed Yangtse Sturgeon for just 500Y that's about $73.00.
Here is traditional eatery and in the morning they serve wonton, fried dumpling, fried doe twist.
Let the noise begin!!!!!!!!!!
You seen the paper, you seen TV, this is noise level at just 25%, this is nothing, just the tip of iceberg.
City expands like a big blob from Science fiction eating up the small towns and villages that surrounds. Farm lands are more centralized toward the southern heartlands. The coastal cities are booming. Farms are gone so the farmers move into the city to fight for a share of their good living. They often find themselves in uncharted territories, doing unfamiliar jobs, fighting stats quo, prejudice and simply poverty. The government regulated overall market prices are soaring a ridiculous pace. The 10 days I was there I heard my share of bad economy. It is happening everywhere but I personally think the Chinese Gov if not the local gov puppets the market and setting their own high price for stimulation. These days many Chinese tourist arrive NY not to come here to see the culture and learn about the freedom, they rush to 5th ave to buy clothes. 10 years ago I went back to China and bought many hip looking western clothes at price they think were expensive but to me was just fraction of my USD cost. Now it's the reverse, the necessities in China have got so big expensive, I'd suggest not to use the currency exchange as a mode for discount textile items simply see the culture, eat the food, and don't buy anything from the department stores.
Drying salted ducks, sausages, underwear, and your birthday clothes is quiet a sight.
Finishing off my afternoon with one of my favorite things to eat, the Chinese mitten crab. This crab is banned by FDA for about 10 years now. This among the snakehead fish are some of the top invasive species in US. Southerners have started to eat the crabs and the snakehead and said they are exceptionally good. Duh, that's why they were imported and sold at high price. Instead of banning them, why don't American just let them in and eat them, a single crab packs more roe, meat, and flavor then 2 blue crabs combined.
The reflection casts in this man made lake is part of a beautiful scenic attraction still in development next to a reservoir. I remember this place was once very wild and you can often find my unclaimed or otherwise WILD tombs. There were ghost stories from this part of the town. But like all wild spots and countryside they've all been claimed by the state capital Nanjing.
My aunt bought a western inspired condo community in the town of Jiang Ning. The Chinese really know how to enjoy themselves. Despite the smog and haze from development. This place could become one my top choices to retire. Still, I'd like to have ashes spread into the hudson River, I love New York.
Finishing off my day in my aunt's car. She's my mother's younger sister. That Whitehouse looking structure is actually a Townhall inspired by the Whitehouse. This building caught my attention immediately and they were not surprised to hear my jitters.
To be continued ~
2306 hours Monday night. 20 minutes after I came home @ 6pm, I decided to pass out till 7pm.
As soon as my Chess buddy leaves, I'm going to pass out again. Really tired today I feel.
For now I'll post some pics from my next day of adventure by Xun Wu Lake.
Talk soon!
How come there are always dishes in my sink.
When I lived with my wife then we always had dishes in the sink. Asking her to wash dishes was very hard but then again I always spoiled her.
This was taken at an internet cafe on Shanghai Road near Nanjing University. All started when my father showed off his Canon 5D and his gigantic tripod preferred 100-400mm lens at the film festival award ceremony in Beijing. Apparently he was so out there shooting the event people took notice. Later the ceremony people demanded my uncle AFU to approach my dad for the photos he took. My father was reluctant to give the photos up in Beijing. By the 3rd day in Nanjing the ceremony people were rushing my uncle so my dad had no choice but start single out the good from the bad shots, total 250. Since grandma's house don't have internet we had to find an internet cafe to do the emailing. Each photo is 5 mbs and Gmail allows 20. So it took sometimes to email them all. Plus I get to catch up on my email readings and sending. I sent my wife 7 or 8 long emails describing my good time in China. I heard she had a tough time in Taiwan and due to lack of steady internet connection she couldn't write to me. I wrote her heart felt letters and I just got 1 paragraph and nothing else. Everyday I tried to open email to find if she returned but nothing. I thought I'm just too compassionate and can't expect everyone to be as loving as myself.
As I'm writing this, I haven't seen my wife in person for 3 weeks now. She asked me to drop by her place to pick up some stuff but I want to stay with her and drink wine and talk. Apparently she's no mood and I can totally understand her jetlag. So I told her since I'm busy getting a new car this week then why don't we meet up next weekend. By then I should have my new car. In this relationship I find myself playing more of a woman's role while she acts more like a man. I think this is the cause of our break up after 10 years. Who knows what the future lies but I need to think more for myself so if she doesn't act then I will, we need to get this legally separated then see what's up.
After the dinner with Jordan I rushed back home to start my night life with my friend Arthur Tang from elementary school. We were buddies 20 years ago in Lang Ya Lu Elementary school. Since my first visit in China 1999, I've always seen him. Actually he's the only elementary school buddy I still keep in touch. He went to language school in China so his English is not bad. I bet he knows more vocabulary than me since the military style teaching in China force down a lot into one's throat. We met up at our favorite local pub LATIN. There were live performance from local rock bands to celebrate 2010. We bought a bottle of Johnny Walker which cost 360Y and translate to USD is about right 50 bucks. We drank all night and by midnight we went to another joint which sells Kebab. We dogged 30 sticks of Lamb kebab, 15 sticks of duck gizzard kebabs, 15 sticks of chicken heart kebabs. Talk about a healthy night, not.
Next day 630 AM I lounged out of my bed and I thought the Johnny was 100% genuine since I had no headache. With all that food from last night I planned a long walk in the morning.
Above and below are the entrances to Ji Ming Temple. I remember every weekend my mother used to take me to the nearby hill we call Jiu Hua Mountain. We pass by this temple but I hardly go in unless it's Ching Ming Festival or the Chinese Easter that's when we remember dead, pray to our ancestors and respect the past.
I remember that morning was one of the warmest I've had in China, temperature hovering at about 2 degrees above zero celsius which was about 35 degrees. Growing up in NYC, in winter all I want sometimes is just a few degrees above zero. Nevertheless, I'm on vacation so totally coverage is a must. I dressed in layers and finished off in an all black shell of H&M faux leather jacket and tight rocker jeans. I sport a pair of addidas hi tops and my D200 strapped on my back.
Fast forward to the present. I'm freaking tired man, I just sipped off a little wine to drawback the frustration on my mind. I'm finally settling down with a new car. The brand new car will require full insurance coverage and that's about $500 more what I'm paying now. Nevertheless, I have face the future and embrace the past, learn my mistakes and challenge myself for a brighter future. What am I talking about, let me sip again and try to feel my way back to 1 week ago in China. This blog project now really seem endless, I have to keep my promise and keep on writing.
When writing feels like work then it's time to stop.
While walking on the Pine lined Beijing West Road I sent a quick text message to my friend Arthur to again thank him for coming out last night and wished him good luck in 2010.
A group a high school students appeared in front me. I checked them out and see they are just a bunch of silly guys thus pointless for me show off my swagger filled style I jumped into the nearby bushes and found myself on a stone path up North Point Cliff. This is a hill or cliff which is part of a chain of hills and mountains which surrounds Xun Wu Lake and extend to further east.
Wow, Xun Wu lake costs 20Y? When I was 10 this place only cost 0.30Yuan. Can't cheap out for this place, I used to hate this place because it's so boring to me. When I was young I preferred the most wild untainted nature sanctuary. I'm still the same but Xun Wu lake was then hated but now bring back so much memory. I have to say, Nanjing seemed more beautiful than 3 years ago. This place is still so fucking polluted compare to the old city I use to know. But this city has grown so much and some of the pollution have settled.
The sun was rising from the far east and the streams of lights broke apart the overnight smog and haze. The sky illuminated in purple then gold and extended into the blue then mixed with fresh smog but white clouds are still in eye sight. Thin ice barely broken hang on tight and soon or later the temperature would rise to about 40 but overnight the brotherhood of ice should reappear over these waters. I was so glad for waking up early to catch a glimpse of an early morning sunrise. I remember one morning my grandfather and I ventured out our summer heated home and cheered by the singing frogs, we talked about lily pads and lotus stalks until the sun casted our shadows as if we were giants.
On the way back home I passed a small groups of marketeers. The street market used to be so much bigger before the supermarkets took over. I liked the old style market. They were not regulated so you could see all types of raw and live food material and more chance to bargain some amazing prices. But street market sell live poultry and SARS becomes harder control. That black and yellow wish you see is not snakehead but equally good tasting and they are also aggressive. They are a local specie of catfish we call UnCi. It's an aggressive local catfish that eat almost anything so if it is introduced to US somehow could become another invasive specie along with the Burmese Python.
Everybody was in love, I was quick but not too quick on the focus, little dogs have no idea about safe sex.
Fast forward again to the present. Amazing it's one week already since I came back. So far my project is 3/4 finished. I'm relieved because the end is near and some of the best photos and stories are coming soon.
To be continued ~
Been planning to write this for sometime now. When I was sipping my Bourbon today at Milady's the bar by the corner of Thompson and Prince I thought about finishing this photo journal which is long past due. I kept on putting on these excuses but yet I really don't want to my leisure writing into some kind of work, at least not yet maybe.
This is my big auntie Zhao Yi sitting on my grand mother's bed. This bed has history and one day it will be in my family's museum. Many bodies have slept on this bed include my own. These windows face the south and when the winter sun rise from east southern hemisphere, these windows and curtains help diffuse the light to studio perfect quality.
An entourage of souls consist of body guards made up of son and son inlaw, daughter inlaw, daughters, and I, grandson PYZ who is the photographer. Grandma is being pampered by these hysterical beings. I think the old lady just want some relaxation but yet I think these drama fuels and drives her to create more beautiful literatures. Walk down 二條巷 Second lane, we desperatly trying to beat the cold and meet the people we will have lunch with.
We attempted to take the #11 bus to our destination but instead we hailed down a cab for the extra comfort and speed. Taxis are cheap in Nanjing these days but hard to hail one down though even so many of them clog up the streets and sometimes the driver simply don't want to sell.
The Taxi drove us up the same familiar route up then down the purple mountain. The six hundred year old great wall of the Southern capital are still sprouting with greens whether vines or small bamboos shooting up among pockets of bamboo woods shades up the morning soft lights. Our taxi made several U-turns after we discovered our secret path or short cuts to Lake Front have already been fenced up for entrance fee and one could imagine whats commercialism might have done to the natural beauty that exist now only in my dreams. I heard there is golf range built on the shore of lake Front. This was such a magical place where I grew up with the nature and I forever cherish those good memories.
The damage of mankind hardly unveiled thanks to the morning fog that just grew more intense as the sun rose from behind the ancient city walls. My father and I have walked away much of our morning hunting for shots with our gears and scaring away morning stroller and runners alike with our celebrity photographer attitude.
I arrived Yuan Ming Yuan during a sudden and brutal storm that crippled this city. The snow were getting blown sideways drifting across the ancient ruins and drifted onto the hills to become unevenly high snow ridges.
The solid 8 hour sleep on the expensive D-Train was very comfortable. I dreamed of my wife and I. I really missed her when I was in China and wished how things were better.
Beijing was witnessing the coldest day since 1951 at 16 minus which was about 2 degrees in the US.
Equipped with my D200, 18-200mm Shoot anything Lens, I braved the cold and distinguished between land and lake since everything was white and the risk of falling through ice was high. 2 pairs of thermos and heavy jeans. 7 layers of light cloth and turtle necks sheathed by a H&M faux leather jacket.
2306 hours Monday night. 20 minutes after I came home @ 6pm, I decided to pass out till 7pm.
As soon as my Chess buddy leaves, I'm going to pass out again. Really tired today I feel.
For now I'll post some pics from my next day of adventure by Xun Wu Lake.
Talk soon!
How come there are always dishes in my sink.
When I lived with my wife then we always had dishes in the sink. Asking her to wash dishes was very hard but then again I always spoiled her.
This was taken at an internet cafe on Shanghai Road near Nanjing University. All started when my father showed off his Canon 5D and his gigantic tripod preferred 100-400mm lens at the film festival award ceremony in Beijing. Apparently he was so out there shooting the event people took notice. Later the ceremony people demanded my uncle AFU to approach my dad for the photos he took. My father was reluctant to give the photos up in Beijing. By the 3rd day in Nanjing the ceremony people were rushing my uncle so my dad had no choice but start single out the good from the bad shots, total 250. Since grandma's house don't have internet we had to find an internet cafe to do the emailing. Each photo is 5 mbs and Gmail allows 20. So it took sometimes to email them all. Plus I get to catch up on my email readings and sending. I sent my wife 7 or 8 long emails describing my good time in China. I heard she had a tough time in Taiwan and due to lack of steady internet connection she couldn't write to me. I wrote her heart felt letters and I just got 1 paragraph and nothing else. Everyday I tried to open email to find if she returned but nothing. I thought I'm just too compassionate and can't expect everyone to be as loving as myself.
As I'm writing this, I haven't seen my wife in person for 3 weeks now. She asked me to drop by her place to pick up some stuff but I want to stay with her and drink wine and talk. Apparently she's no mood and I can totally understand her jetlag. So I told her since I'm busy getting a new car this week then why don't we meet up next weekend. By then I should have my new car. In this relationship I find myself playing more of a woman's role while she acts more like a man. I think this is the cause of our break up after 10 years. Who knows what the future lies but I need to think more for myself so if she doesn't act then I will, we need to get this legally separated then see what's up.
My step cousin Jordan Zhang just came back from Australia to Nanjing. While complaining about lack of Facebook in Nanjing I heard he took up a pretty good gig teaching English to Chinese. I joked that the he's making good money and he's good looking, so getting some fine pussy is an easy deal for him. My wife wasn't around, China's cracking down on Porn, so I was horny as hell. But most of my guy friends were surprised I didn't fuck around. I love my wife too much, although we are separated but my heart never changed. If I could love god like this I probably end up a monk.
The first pic is blurry because Jordan's dad doesn't know how to use my DSLR. My Nikon D200 was too outdated to have the new technology for liveview. So took him sometimes to figure out that he needs to look into the viewfinder.
After the dinner with Jordan I rushed back home to start my night life with my friend Arthur Tang from elementary school. We were buddies 20 years ago in Lang Ya Lu Elementary school. Since my first visit in China 1999, I've always seen him. Actually he's the only elementary school buddy I still keep in touch. He went to language school in China so his English is not bad. I bet he knows more vocabulary than me since the military style teaching in China force down a lot into one's throat. We met up at our favorite local pub LATIN. There were live performance from local rock bands to celebrate 2010. We bought a bottle of Johnny Walker which cost 360Y and translate to USD is about right 50 bucks. We drank all night and by midnight we went to another joint which sells Kebab. We dogged 30 sticks of Lamb kebab, 15 sticks of duck gizzard kebabs, 15 sticks of chicken heart kebabs. Talk about a healthy night, not.
Next day 630 AM I lounged out of my bed and I thought the Johnny was 100% genuine since I had no headache. With all that food from last night I planned a long walk in the morning.
Above and below are the entrances to Ji Ming Temple. I remember every weekend my mother used to take me to the nearby hill we call Jiu Hua Mountain. We pass by this temple but I hardly go in unless it's Ching Ming Festival or the Chinese Easter that's when we remember dead, pray to our ancestors and respect the past.
I remember that morning was one of the warmest I've had in China, temperature hovering at about 2 degrees above zero celsius which was about 35 degrees. Growing up in NYC, in winter all I want sometimes is just a few degrees above zero. Nevertheless, I'm on vacation so totally coverage is a must. I dressed in layers and finished off in an all black shell of H&M faux leather jacket and tight rocker jeans. I sport a pair of addidas hi tops and my D200 strapped on my back.
Fast forward to the present. I'm freaking tired man, I just sipped off a little wine to drawback the frustration on my mind. I'm finally settling down with a new car. The brand new car will require full insurance coverage and that's about $500 more what I'm paying now. Nevertheless, I have face the future and embrace the past, learn my mistakes and challenge myself for a brighter future. What am I talking about, let me sip again and try to feel my way back to 1 week ago in China. This blog project now really seem endless, I have to keep my promise and keep on writing.
When writing feels like work then it's time to stop.
While walking on the Pine lined Beijing West Road I sent a quick text message to my friend Arthur to again thank him for coming out last night and wished him good luck in 2010.
A group a high school students appeared in front me. I checked them out and see they are just a bunch of silly guys thus pointless for me show off my swagger filled style I jumped into the nearby bushes and found myself on a stone path up North Point Cliff. This is a hill or cliff which is part of a chain of hills and mountains which surrounds Xun Wu Lake and extend to further east.
Wow, Xun Wu lake costs 20Y? When I was 10 this place only cost 0.30Yuan. Can't cheap out for this place, I used to hate this place because it's so boring to me. When I was young I preferred the most wild untainted nature sanctuary. I'm still the same but Xun Wu lake was then hated but now bring back so much memory. I have to say, Nanjing seemed more beautiful than 3 years ago. This place is still so fucking polluted compare to the old city I use to know. But this city has grown so much and some of the pollution have settled.
The sun was rising from the far east and the streams of lights broke apart the overnight smog and haze. The sky illuminated in purple then gold and extended into the blue then mixed with fresh smog but white clouds are still in eye sight. Thin ice barely broken hang on tight and soon or later the temperature would rise to about 40 but overnight the brotherhood of ice should reappear over these waters. I was so glad for waking up early to catch a glimpse of an early morning sunrise. I remember one morning my grandfather and I ventured out our summer heated home and cheered by the singing frogs, we talked about lily pads and lotus stalks until the sun casted our shadows as if we were giants.
Everybody was in love, I was quick but not too quick on the focus, little dogs have no idea about safe sex.
Fast forward again to the present. Amazing it's one week already since I came back. So far my project is 3/4 finished. I'm relieved because the end is near and some of the best photos and stories are coming soon.
To be continued ~
Been planning to write this for sometime now. When I was sipping my Bourbon today at Milady's the bar by the corner of Thompson and Prince I thought about finishing this photo journal which is long past due. I kept on putting on these excuses but yet I really don't want to my leisure writing into some kind of work, at least not yet maybe.
This is my big auntie Zhao Yi sitting on my grand mother's bed. This bed has history and one day it will be in my family's museum. Many bodies have slept on this bed include my own. These windows face the south and when the winter sun rise from east southern hemisphere, these windows and curtains help diffuse the light to studio perfect quality.
An entourage of souls consist of body guards made up of son and son inlaw, daughter inlaw, daughters, and I, grandson PYZ who is the photographer. Grandma is being pampered by these hysterical beings. I think the old lady just want some relaxation but yet I think these drama fuels and drives her to create more beautiful literatures. Walk down 二條巷 Second lane, we desperatly trying to beat the cold and meet the people we will have lunch with.
After a whole day and night of attending banquets, snacking, eating and drinking more, toasting to every holiday we've missed in the last ten years, and we continued to eat and drink away the good time and fuel the kitchen fire that's lighting up the wok with your own hard earned cash. Money well spent uncles and aunts, I've enjoyed.
The Alcohol knocked me out at around 12am and before I slept I had made sure the 2 advils and 2 large cups of water have been administered. The Hangover prevent is a must when I'm on vacation.
The next day at about 620 I sort of woke thanks to my biological alarm clock. At the same time, just as promised, my father excitedly called me except to find his son already up and ready to go. Still the old man beat me to it a little. I dressed accordingly and Nanjing on that was really warm, hovering a few degrees above freezing.
We attempted to take the #11 bus to our destination but instead we hailed down a cab for the extra comfort and speed. Taxis are cheap in Nanjing these days but hard to hail one down though even so many of them clog up the streets and sometimes the driver simply don't want to sell.
The Taxi drove us up the same familiar route up then down the purple mountain. The six hundred year old great wall of the Southern capital are still sprouting with greens whether vines or small bamboos shooting up among pockets of bamboo woods shades up the morning soft lights. Our taxi made several U-turns after we discovered our secret path or short cuts to Lake Front have already been fenced up for entrance fee and one could imagine whats commercialism might have done to the natural beauty that exist now only in my dreams. I heard there is golf range built on the shore of lake Front. This was such a magical place where I grew up with the nature and I forever cherish those good memories.
The damage of mankind hardly unveiled thanks to the morning fog that just grew more intense as the sun rose from behind the ancient city walls. My father and I have walked away much of our morning hunting for shots with our gears and scaring away morning stroller and runners alike with our celebrity photographer attitude.
There are 3 major lakes of the Mount Purple are ZiXia 紫霞 lake front 前湖 Lake Loquat. Zixia is at a higher elevation since it is actually an abandoned mine.
Our taxi took a familiar path into the woods near the edge of Lake Loquat. Years ago this path used to be all muddy and created by adventures seeking for that ultimate Utopia. This lake used to be smaller in volume, grassier, more dangerous, wilder, and uncontrolled. I remember my first time ventured to this body of water was when I was 9 and one day I decided to be like an older kid and take a foot adventure to this lake. This place was Jurassic park then with big Skinks and Lizards running wild. Stone crabs underneath the pebbles washed smooth by streams above. Dark shadows lurks beneath the lake surface and glimpse of large Snakehead fish tails flap the murky water where 6 foot carps lurk.
April 18 1985, this was my fifth birthday. Somehow I remember this night. Perhaps I have my memories mixed up with my other birthdays. I remember my father was working at the TV movie set. My mother was working overtime. There were winds howling outside and the early monsoon washed away newly bloomed peach flowers. Pink pedals were all over the washed concrete. No cake was prepared. I was obviously disappointed. So instead my grandmother cleverly made up my cake with these butter rolls and 1 large candle to symbolize +1.
The solid 8 hour sleep on the expensive D-Train was very comfortable. I dreamed of my wife and I. I really missed her when I was in China and wished how things were better.
Beijing was witnessing the coldest day since 1951 at 16 minus which was about 2 degrees in the US.
Equipped with my D200, 18-200mm Shoot anything Lens, I braved the cold and distinguished between land and lake since everything was white and the risk of falling through ice was high. 2 pairs of thermos and heavy jeans. 7 layers of light cloth and turtle necks sheathed by a H&M faux leather jacket.
I ended my last night of vacation in the privacy and warm hospitality of An American girl and Lee from Detroit whom married my Cousin the ambitious freelancing Art Director, and their 5 unregistered dogs birthed by a stray dog that comes and go but also treats friend of the owner with respect and distance. The dogs were often harassed by their 2 cats. The cats were to clever for the loyal dogs, the dogs had no choice but let the cats have their ways.
This part of Beijing is still within city limit but this is very suburban like already. This part of the town was hardly plowed and seemingly poorer neighborhoods always get neglected by the Feds, US is the same.
This is a housing village for the artists. My cousin rent this spacious loft for a bargain. Since the heat isn't well supplied he designed and built his huge wood burning furnace. Since Beijing is arid in climate, we dumped buckets of water on the burning metal can and the steam gives up to make us less vulnerable to a bloody nose. I got to chop some fire wood which was quiet an experience. We roasted French influenced chicken and drank warm Chinese white Whiskey until the wolf started howling and the moon shined as white as the snowfield beneath.
The very next day cousin Fu's Chauffeur wheeled me out of the village on slippery roads. Many drivers I've seen here aren't adaptive to snowy roads and one would assume Northerners know how to handle snow but this American tourist from New York actually have teach the Chauffeur a few points and tricks I have learned from maneuvering NY traffic.
I can't believe I have finally finished my Journal. I admit I have hastily finished therefore I will continue to add more photos to this so check often. Thanks!
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