rain, photos and frames
Head to the photo lab first thing in the morning. Lots of traffic and water everywhere. Kathinka is already there. The prints are ready and we have a look. They look really good, and I am happy for a second. Next challenge: lamination? mounting? framing? There are no good solutions. The lamination will shrink and leave a sticky edge around the photograph that will only get wider over time. Mounting on aluminum will leave a rough texture caused by the glue they use. I think the manager has had it with my perfectionism, she won't be responsible for the result if I decide to use glass and frames. I call Karen and Danwen, and decide to take my prints and frame them elsewhere.
Kathinka and I hop in a cab and go to a recommended frame shop way out by the 5th ring road. Some very sweet guys greet us and the shop looks professional enough. I pick a frame and we agree on a price and delivery. They will also make a wooden crate for shipping the photographs to Norway. All seems good. Back in the pouring rain we find another cab and go back to Platform where Rain and the shoemaker who will sew the tent and fence are waiting. We discuss and gesticulate until everyone understands everything. The water is still missing in the village, and my bathroom is still flooded so I will stay another night in the high-rise. Kathinka and I are starving since we have not eaten since breakfast. We get a lift through the flooded streets to Vincent Cafe where we have crepes and tea. My feet are cold and wet but the rain never stops, so we head out again. Kathinka goes home while I go to the At Cafe.
Kathinka and I hop in a cab and go to a recommended frame shop way out by the 5th ring road. Some very sweet guys greet us and the shop looks professional enough. I pick a frame and we agree on a price and delivery. They will also make a wooden crate for shipping the photographs to Norway. All seems good. Back in the pouring rain we find another cab and go back to Platform where Rain and the shoemaker who will sew the tent and fence are waiting. We discuss and gesticulate until everyone understands everything. The water is still missing in the village, and my bathroom is still flooded so I will stay another night in the high-rise. Kathinka and I are starving since we have not eaten since breakfast. We get a lift through the flooded streets to Vincent Cafe where we have crepes and tea. My feet are cold and wet but the rain never stops, so we head out again. Kathinka goes home while I go to the At Cafe.
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