29 :: Califone

I would like to shoot a film where a forest burns at thirty six frames per second.  Close-ups of wide animal eyes would reflect the flames back to the camera, and this would become a building montage that suddenly cuts to a high establishing shot of a cabin in the midst of the fiery trees; the sound of the flame crackle cuts out.  Music slowly rises to fill the silence and the cherry-picker camera inches downward towards the cabin window. Through the dusty glass the watcher gets a glimpse at a ragged group of men working various instruments.  Their bane’s amber glow highlights their calm faces. They’re playing Heron King Blues.