Fragments
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‘Alma’ starts shooting on November 21st.
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Found this crab - what a crab!
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Haiku 36
I’ll wait for him here
Who trembles and falls beneath
In late purple light
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Thoughts spinning repeating, each one a long life, satellite my mind with colours too many.
I know what this means, I know that one. Others shimmer and effervesce - scattering.
It’s my root that holds them in orbit, I think.
I should move to the coast.
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I dreamed of paradise again and so the image drains away.
The curvatures of verdant green, fanning out into the bay. My companion’s hair. Its permeating scent.
I’d not known it.
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Happy New Year Xx
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Haiku 35
Brushing thin fingers
Across the kitchen table,
His Mother passes
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Haiku 34
Red kites are dashing
Above my childhood village -
The rivers are full
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Haiku 33
The constant thunder
And cacophony of flight
Should lead you to land
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Shooting my first feature here next winter. The title is ‘Alma’. Fingers crossed.
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cameronmakindotcom goes digital
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Haiku 32
You’re there in passing,
My broken-nosed Matterhorn,
Echoing the wind
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Haiku 31
A new train’s coming
To the deepest metro lines,
According to Josh
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Haiku 30
An early seagull
Reminds me of that river,
Serpentine to sea
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Haiku 29
He stays embedded,
Shimmering between my dreams
All emerald-like
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Haiku 28
With Spring behind me,
Life now sways in vibrant bloom -
What comes is change
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Twelfth Night run ran :)
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Haiku 27
A shirt pulled over
My head flashed of you, and draped
Across my shoulders
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Home Again, Home Again
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I met you at the coast.
We saw fighter jets, Pride Rock, the closeness of the moon and the open roads of Germany.
You knew me. We made plans.
I lost you when I woke and cried to dream again.
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Upright
Pinching the skin around my knuckles
I see my skeleton and wonder for whom it stands
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With you, I’ve a voice in my ribs,
Teeth in my shoulder,
A bushel of bones, intertwined and singing
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Alone, they hang lazily, crown to toe
A bloody bag of potentials
That I’d truss up and hand to you,
To re-arrange with more beautiful intent
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I’ve moved to Brazil.
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The ringing of a faraway bell
Frissons and persists in my mind’s gloomy annals,
To find and hold it still would be a lonely bliss
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Going somewhere new. Turning back. Please bear with me while I’m on my way.
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Forecast
Sometimes, at night, it showers:
The heavens open above my quiet city
As water fills the cracks and carries off the dust
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Tarmac furrows are flushed through,
Coaxing the soil and the seeds
To forgive me in the Spring
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I hold up my beaded hands, smiling
Because I know at last that they’re true -
My mind and body are liquid, like I knew
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In time, it breaks.
The clouds part to the sky
And my puddles are splashed to the pavement
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Haiku 26
Damaged by the sun,
The beautiful smell of salt
Carries ever seaward
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Haiku 25
Do they see me back?
Does my face reflect in oil
As it does the stream?
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Haiku 24
Mounting a stained-glass
Window to the Afterlife
Between cypresses
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Haiku 23
The curvature of
The quintillion forest
Rendered shelter, square
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Haiku 22
Levelled before me:
The shape of an ancestor,
Shrouded, brilliant
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Over the past few months I’ve been in my head and unsatisfied with my work. But I’ve decided now that the work is interesting, and should be uploaded either way. XX
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Haiku 21
A garden of dreams
Viewed from my cottage window,
Waits with me for Spring
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All three films have been shot now. The release date is set for August 28th xx
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Genève.
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Haiku 20
Sunlight strikes the path
And I feel how I felt then,
Years ago again.
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Scouting the final film of the three, in the Cairngorms.
I’m finding it harder and harder to to choose a favourite photo from the batches. I think I need to be less self-conscious, or read more books.
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Developed by me, for a darkroom course.
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Haiku 19
The lines of my life
Cross-hatch across the map like
Trans-Atlantic winds
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Prepping a film in Brighton.
One day all these films I’m making are going to come out, and then you’ll be sorry.
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First try at black and white.
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Haiku 18
Silent blanketing,
Frosted nook, and thoughts of spring:
Life rewards the kind.
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Beginning to understand lens choices, though not demonstrably.
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Haiku 17
Dropping off and out,
A chorus of characters
Dance around, around.
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Salisbury, ‘Lavender’ prep.
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Also.
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‘Maribelle’ warm-up.
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Haiku 16
From gloom into gloom,
Subterranean sluice,
The tracks and the drums.
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Haiku 15
Summer sun reveals
Individual layers,
Molten and distinct
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More Mercy (!)
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Cow time (hell yeah)
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Haiku 14
Pausing a while,
To feel the shade and the sun
Flash across my skin.
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Haiku 13
I’m playing catch up,
Washing my hands in the sea,
Carried by ripples.
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Not my baby.
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Haiku 12
Spying through the cracks,
I can’t tell if I want it.
Is this their nature?
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Haiku 11
Leaving behind me
A forest of memories
I emerge, blinking
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22nd
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Mercy in isolation.
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Haiku 10
And when I turned back
I noticed something absurd:
My child is greying
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I love 50mm so much.
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Sadly almost all of my projects have been postponed until later this Summer, but I did finally get around to using my Dad’s old film camera so there should be more updates to come on that.
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Break. Back in London now.
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Aesthetic 2 - Olfactory
Bergamot, bitter orange, sandalwood, amber, honeysuckle, incense, cinnamon, lavender, rosemary, pine, green tea, plum.
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Haiku 9
The noose has tightened
So here I hang, quite content;
It takes the weight off
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Haiku 8
Cut open my skull,
I’ll show you exactly where
These thoughts need to go
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My camera has been dropped a bit too much over the past few months, so that’s why there is a shadow on the left side of the footage. I actually like it though - I think it gives it a more intimate/vignette feel.
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I’m going to make another film here in July - the working title is ‘Driftwood’.
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Aesthetic 1 - Maritime
Black rubber boots, scales, the ripple of rough canvas, creaky boughs, something in the water, lighthouses, sinking, rope, crust, the wind in the dark, depth.
[This is a new writing technique I’m going to be trying out, as a way of exploring how details shape atmospheres.]
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The light leaks are real, by the way.
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Haiku 7
Looking up at the
Mortality of the moon
With contrails in front
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I promise I’m working on other things too.
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Haiku 6
Let the window break
Suck me out into the clouds
I’d fly for a while
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Haiku 5
Deep in the forest
I turn to see my lover
Covered in branches
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Yes I got Premiere - how did you guess?
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Haiku 4
To jump not to fly
But to fall and crack open
Letting it all out
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Haiku 3
I don’t remember
We came here when I was drunk
Why didn’t you say?
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I am really starting to like these short-form videos. They are easy to edit and relaxing to shoot. The memory card in my camera is only 500MB which means I have to be a lot more selective with my shots - I stop when I run out of space. I haven’t quite sorted the sound yet, as Lightworks can’t process .avi sound, apparently. I’ll try and sort that for the next one, but for now I think it’s okay as is.
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I knew George would be late.
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I have a new old camera and I’m very excited about it. It also means I can upload more videos as the image quality/file size is so low that I will never hit Vimeo’s upload limit for a free account. Very exciting.
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Haiku 2
Cotton, Leather, Silk
The consumption of others
We cared for the thrill
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Haiku
Girl all painted blue
A thoughtless hunt for freshness
I hope it’s over
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