Time to Imagine Shooting

Imagine Being the Key Word as Usual

I am a shooter or was anyway. I shot next to the guy with the big camera on a trolley, tripod, or uncomfortably riding on his shoulder. I had no envy. I had no envy of the guy setting up the shots either. I was quite happy when it was not up to me. I preferred to snipe my images from the settings others created. It was so much less pressure.

I do not imagine myself in any of the roles required to bring this project into capture. I would prefer to watch the whole process from a chair with no job description printed on the back of it. Imagine that. Still, sooner or later something is going to have to get shot.

The portion of the project I imagine shooting first is the one where Laska launches her canoe from the front of the Better Duck Inn. I see the scene as critical to comprehending her character. Oyster mounds, and long forgotten native traditions, float in these wetlands, filled by the Europeans: the spirit unextinguishable.

In my mind I see her three-hour tour in terms of far more than a full century’s worth of transformation. As Netflix emerges into the space of what began as Camp Little Silver, after Grant himself rode his horse there before the racetrack became the parade grounds of what was to become known as the home of the signal corps.

If nothing but this half thought out bit, gets as far as script, well, ok then, I can sit in my seat knowing that the river has been heard in terms that might be remembered after the entire coastline is again covered by ocean.