The year-long anticipation, the waiting, hoping, wondering if, wondering when, the frustrations arising from pulling a story together, the wishing we had done things differently, the lightbulb moments, the wet boots, wetter cameras, anxiety, excitement and finally realization each in its own way fulfilling this dream. How could it all so perfectly find itself summarized into one image? The lush green tones of that old forest, the yellow in the owl’s eyes, every fine detail all the more capable of telling the story than I.
As the summer begins to wind down, I find myself reflecting on the brightest moments. And ironically, those brightest moments found their origin in the darkest places.
It is truly a portal, that place. A portal into an otherworldly realm.