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Mornings II
Oct. 6th, 2005 08:37 amIt was another almost morning, but very different.
There was only one moment that I couldn't have tweaked or waved at the director to reshoot, but the concept was there.
Let me set the scene...
It's pretty foggy this morning, visibility I suspect is around 200-400 yards depending on where you are and I was walking through a small section of trees that obscure most of the buildings I actually walk past. The fog was hanging just out of sight, better yet it could have been crawling through the branches in lazy tendrils and reducing my vision to less than 30 feet, just far enough for comfort but close enough that everything is lost.
It was that wet sort of murking feel in temperature and that was just about right.
But as I turned down the path and I looked sideways into a particular group of trees - a large willow in the distance where the fog was lurking near, small little coppice trees dotted over the grass closer to me - a crow called out 'Caw Caw Caw' and that was just at the right moment.
You can't direct your moments but it is nice when life takes your unspoken mental ques and gets it right for you.
There was only one moment that I couldn't have tweaked or waved at the director to reshoot, but the concept was there.
Let me set the scene...
It's pretty foggy this morning, visibility I suspect is around 200-400 yards depending on where you are and I was walking through a small section of trees that obscure most of the buildings I actually walk past. The fog was hanging just out of sight, better yet it could have been crawling through the branches in lazy tendrils and reducing my vision to less than 30 feet, just far enough for comfort but close enough that everything is lost.
It was that wet sort of murking feel in temperature and that was just about right.
But as I turned down the path and I looked sideways into a particular group of trees - a large willow in the distance where the fog was lurking near, small little coppice trees dotted over the grass closer to me - a crow called out 'Caw Caw Caw' and that was just at the right moment.
You can't direct your moments but it is nice when life takes your unspoken mental ques and gets it right for you.
