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58108 new year bird
The call of an unfamiliar bird captures my attention, and
forms the heart of this recording, cutting through the
sounds of New Year’s activities in a temple in Shaxi. People
chat, prepare food, move tables, while street sounds seep in
from just beyond the gate. Eventually, someone begins to
mimic the birdcalls, trying to coax more of them.
58101 end of ramadan
I sit outside the Ottoman-style Xhamia Mbret mosque in
Berat, Albania, in the shade of its portico, in the middle
of a sunny little park next to a busy road. As part of the
solemnities marking the end of the feast of Ramadan, a
reading of all the ayat (verses) of the Qur’an takes place.
We rent bicycles and take the main road leading north to the
town of Baisha, where we find some people in a storefront
playing mahjong. As each player smacks a tile down to
emphasize the boldness of the move, others sit around,
gossiping and commenting on the game. At intervals, the
tiles are shuffled by all hands in a rustle of soft clacking
58080 cable car
Two years on, and I once again visit the Georgian mining
town of Chiatura, this time to capture a recording of a ride
in one of the archaic, but still very functional cable cars,
which comprise the mass transit system of a town whose
inhabitants must daily negotiate the various altitudes of
their urban space.
This is a portfolio of photographs that I have made over the
last few years during journeys through Central and Eastern
Europe and the Caucasus. They are assembled here to
accompany, by analogy, allegory or suggestive equivalence,
the previous audio filecast east by rail.
58060 east by rail ~
I stop for the night in a shabby hotel overlooking some
train tracks, near the end of my journey east. Floating in
through the open window, along with a night air still
clinging to the smell of rain, are the sounds of the trains,
coming and going, a song of rolling metal and churning
gasses. The platform announcements call out, metallic and
chiming from the mouth of the speakerhorn, their precise
meaning drowned in swells of reverberation, which gather
strength as they propagate outward. They seem to say, “Your
journey is not over, not yet.” Hear it on Bandcamp.
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