grinner
Carbonite Member
Maaan life is awseome.
All my life I have wanted to be a husband, a daddy and a maker of movies.
Last night I kissed my beautiful wife goodbye and sat sail with my two boys to roll some tape on some coolness about 2 hours away.
Our ship of fools, now Granny's old boat, a FWD Concorde. Must be a heavy beast. Who knew you could so easlity drift such a boat on hidden gravel roads just by slingin' it? OUr destination was backwoods hillbilly country so these roads were our course for most of the voyage. I was alwready glowin' and he hadn't rolled a frame of video as my two decked-out production assistants woohooed in the backseat with every shift of direction.
And speaking of direction, man I have the best crew money can't buy.
I have to set the stage. We were shooting a UFO investigation just outside of Washington, MO. A friend of a friend owns an old wine vinyard at a place with no address and has reported seeing Unidentified Flying Whatevers out there on clear nights. Clear was an understatement. The three of us stood in awe of God's diamonds on velvet for several minutes before making a plan.
NOw, we went assuming we'd not actually catch this activity on tape so we came prepped to create our own enetertainment value. The boys, fully camoed, knew there roles well and they included hhiding in tick-infested thorn bunkers while holding fake reflactor alien eyes for my camera to pick up 50 feet away. We did this location after location and I watched as two happy whippsnapped snapped and whipped then whipped and snapped some more. I giggled over and over as I worked realizing this is what people mean they speak of having a cake and eating it too. I was swimmin' in it and could not keep for conetinuously showing them with warm words and hugs. They offered willingness, ability and massive creativity and didn't give to fatigue until I did. We shot from sundown to just past midnight then started our return 2 hour voyage back toward society.
No drifting going home. This is when fun trails become dangerous roads and in no time the hynotic vibrations of smooth gravel sung a couple of grown a little more young men to sleep. I listen to old country songs and grinned the entire last leg of the trip.
Now, I have no idea how oput little movie is gonna turn out. Amongst the first times since making flicks, man, I surely don't care either. We were but three buddies out in the boonies enjoy each other's company.
Simple is good.
All my life I have wanted to be a husband, a daddy and a maker of movies.
Last night I kissed my beautiful wife goodbye and sat sail with my two boys to roll some tape on some coolness about 2 hours away.
Our ship of fools, now Granny's old boat, a FWD Concorde. Must be a heavy beast. Who knew you could so easlity drift such a boat on hidden gravel roads just by slingin' it? OUr destination was backwoods hillbilly country so these roads were our course for most of the voyage. I was alwready glowin' and he hadn't rolled a frame of video as my two decked-out production assistants woohooed in the backseat with every shift of direction.
And speaking of direction, man I have the best crew money can't buy.
I have to set the stage. We were shooting a UFO investigation just outside of Washington, MO. A friend of a friend owns an old wine vinyard at a place with no address and has reported seeing Unidentified Flying Whatevers out there on clear nights. Clear was an understatement. The three of us stood in awe of God's diamonds on velvet for several minutes before making a plan.
NOw, we went assuming we'd not actually catch this activity on tape so we came prepped to create our own enetertainment value. The boys, fully camoed, knew there roles well and they included hhiding in tick-infested thorn bunkers while holding fake reflactor alien eyes for my camera to pick up 50 feet away. We did this location after location and I watched as two happy whippsnapped snapped and whipped then whipped and snapped some more. I giggled over and over as I worked realizing this is what people mean they speak of having a cake and eating it too. I was swimmin' in it and could not keep for conetinuously showing them with warm words and hugs. They offered willingness, ability and massive creativity and didn't give to fatigue until I did. We shot from sundown to just past midnight then started our return 2 hour voyage back toward society.
No drifting going home. This is when fun trails become dangerous roads and in no time the hynotic vibrations of smooth gravel sung a couple of grown a little more young men to sleep. I listen to old country songs and grinned the entire last leg of the trip.
Now, I have no idea how oput little movie is gonna turn out. Amongst the first times since making flicks, man, I surely don't care either. We were but three buddies out in the boonies enjoy each other's company.
Simple is good.