On the hillside there is a clearing in the forest and the blue and white canvass is still stretched between the wooden paint chipped camp chair frames. No other humans are in sight and only Lola is within earshot of a shout. Fluff tufted seeds drift in the air in an aimless search for a landing. First one and then another with about the frequency of meteors and satellites on clear June nights. Then the wind picks up and for minutes on end blows strong enough to brush back the exploratory branches of trees and bushes, testing their strength and resilience. Afterwards in the relative calm a bumblebee darts inches above the grass line between the wildflowers.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Unfilmed Scenes
On the hillside there is a clearing in the forest and the blue and white canvass is still stretched between the wooden paint chipped camp chair frames. No other humans are in sight and only Lola is within earshot of a shout. Fluff tufted seeds drift in the air in an aimless search for a landing. First one and then another with about the frequency of meteors and satellites on clear June nights. Then the wind picks up and for minutes on end blows strong enough to brush back the exploratory branches of trees and bushes, testing their strength and resilience. Afterwards in the relative calm a bumblebee darts inches above the grass line between the wildflowers.
