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Hey, there's a cuaranto down the road… a Rapa Nui Journal Moment

Feb 25, 2020

Aha – it took working on the third posting in this review of my Easter Island exposures from something of a "street" perspective to figure out what the heck I'm actually doing, and where it might be going. I thought I wanted to be organized – but not really. That's proving to feel awkward and not much fun. So in my exposures catalog, as I review, I'm creating a folder for each year into which I drag potential subject matter. That way I can revisit these and skip around all I want between 2006 and 2016. Occasionally, I'm sure, related images will combine visits/years. This is certainly going to be a long term effort.

This way, when I get to the point where I gather all these together somehow, I can arrange them as memory glimpses. Another aspect of the Project. Also, as I work on this little project I'm becoming aware of something of a crossover – an occasional image to be added to the Island Folio itself. IThe goal is to keep something of a clear separation in my head.

Hey, there's a cuaranto down the road

Early October 2016. On the Island when someone holds a curanto – and that's often – anyone and everyone is welcome to come and eat. Even if that means filling plastic bags for taking some home. It's obviously not the kind of thing where you see regular tourists, most of those are pretty much scheduled and directed by wherever they are staying. And there's usually entertainment – and long lines. We attended this one with Maruka and her sister, shown below with her husband Ruslan.

Once in from the road there's usually quite a crowd. Here you can see huge trays with foil wrapped meat and, in the foreground a large tray of sweet potatoes. Wrapping the meat in foil is something relatively new – before this it had always been wrapped in banana leaves.

Ruslan's story in an interesting one. Maruka's sister met him on the mainland where he was living at the time the Soviet Union broke up. Unfortunately the state he was from, and had his passport issued by, did not survive becoming another country altogether. His passport became invalid because his home country had ceased to exist, at least as the same entity. Ruslan believes it will all eventually be straightened out, eventually. He's quite a big boy, but gentle. Earlier in the trip, when he heard we had never eaten Borscht, he fixed dinner for us. Interesting, actually pretty tasty.

And finally, with a grin on my face and full realization that this one of the rare areas where B&W doesn't rule, is a small image of my plate of food.

Again, we were out and about with only the iPhone for a camera. I do like it better for B&W now that it shoots RAW. These are all from TIFFs.