Assortment

Big Deal

 

He says yes to another film competition. Yes to months of thought. Yes to ideas and development and storyboarding. Because he knows the best doesn't often come in a moment. The best comes in thin glimpses. One sketch here, another sketch there. Stitch them together, rip them apart. Crumple that one, and that one, too. Draw out a fresh sheet.

Thoughts trickle down, gathering momentum, form, and purpose. One sparks another, and another, one domino falling into the next.   

 

He gathers crew, props (tells his brothers not to eat the Subway sandwich in the fridge, or else - it's forty miles to get another one), and camera gear on loan. Gets everything ready the night before. Double checks that everything is ready the night before. Texts last-minute details to his crew and actor, all with the film playing out, a continuous reel in his mind. 

Footage, the building block of every film, that's what he's after as they reach their location up in the mountains the next day. Footage that will lace the story together, taking viewers through page by page without turning a single one.

Unpack, set up. Trial runs, check settings, modify, check the clock, check the schedule.

Finally, he calls, "Action!" then falls easily into directing, his patient way guiding everyone toward his vision.

 

A few days later, when he & I were there, at the railroad track in afternoon light, and I was mind-blown that we were taking senior pictures?! 

He replied, "Meh, no big deal." 

Graduation, then? Surely graduation will be a big deal? 

"Nah, not really," he said.

Then what? What'll be the Big Deal? 

Without hesitation, he replied, "Winning an Oscar for Best Director".

 

 

P.S. A little digging in the archives turned up these long-ago posts about this guy and his creative passion. You read, I'll grab a tissue:

Here.

Here.

Here.

And here.

 

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Ascent

 

The trail dove off the rocky ledge and whiplashed down the deeply gashed granite, down to where the water crashed, became a pool, then overflowed between boulders, leaking down, all the way down, beyond where anyone could see or even know. 

Sound changed with every descending step, an increasing, crowding tumult echoing in continuous round off the mineral faces of cliffs now chisled and gray with age. 

The air smelled pungent, thick with evergreen. 

The boys and Nellie were out of sight by the second switchback. Off on their own. Off to arrive down at the water's edge before I did; their goal to get there, my goal to journey, knowing that rocks and water could keep boys company for longer than time. 

When I reached the shore, there they were, not throwing rocks, but climbing them. Climbing a giant wall of ancient stone. Looking for handholds, footholds on the mossy rock where there was no trail, no safe precedent hacked out for them to follow. It could not be done quickly, or flippantly, this craiggy ascent. Focus and measured intention were paramount. They were all in. Lowering their centers of gravity, they felt the physics of the climb in their very bones. Reach here, step there. Wait, not there. Maybe here. One foot, one hand. Then the other.

By careful turns they made it to an outcropping, sat astride and felt their stomachs flip as they gazed over the vast scene far below, their hands and legs instinctively gripping, holding on.

Then, one boy cast a glance way up there. Bravery rose, and so did he. Higher. Higher still. Toward the gaping hole. 

I stood there, shrunk down and small, a mere speck. Watching-not-watching. Caught in the wrestle of  holding on and letting go. Nellie watched, too, whining, whining. Worried that she could no longer be at their side. 

One boy watched from his cliff, watched his brother climb. Higher. And even higher. 

He was on his own, now, this climbing boy. Each grasp as necessary as his next breath.

Higher.

And then he was there. The cave opened before him, the rock at it's lip turned to sand. Dense air exhaled from its mouth. Blackness licked at his face,  then swallowed his gaze whole. 

Carefully, he turned and looked down, far, far down and found me looking up.

His triumphant wave punched the air.  

 

 

 

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With What You Have | 54

Words about contentment inspired this series that celebrates ingenuity, creativity, and resourcefulness. Join me in the comments and share what you've done with what you have.

 

When there's need for a yoga mat, but there's no yoga mat around? The camp mat you've had for years works just fine. 

Do what you can with what you have. 

 

 

 

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