“Rage, rage against the dying of the light…”
The air is thick with mist,walking through it feels more like swimming than breathing. From a distance it looks like a cloud has descended to mingle with the trees of the forest. It is the lovely sort of opportunity that is difficult to pass up.
After scrambling a few costumes together we
struggle embark down the muddy forest path. In the midst of the mist beneath the canopy of leaves, the blue light is dying. Disgruntled, discouraged, chilly, and the choice meal for mosquito’s, we attempt to shoot.
The images are grainy, dark, and muddy. Suddenly a warm glow illuminates the scene casting fierce shadows.
Without realizing it, she had discovered the solution to our scene. When there is no light, create it.
“She slept with wolves without fear, for the wolves knew a lion was among them.” -R. M. Drake
“She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.”― Dia Reeves
Oh yeah… and as a treat for your eyes: an unrelated explosion from earlier this summer! Yay!!!
When the forest’s burning there’s no turning to say farewell.
How do you calm something with an insatiable desire to consume?