when it comes to story, sometimes it just an expression of being there. it is just true and the creative part is not really apparent. it is just the recording of moments as they happen, the pictures aren't planned, and there is no time for focus. no time for arranging things only time to witness. and wonder.
this story has required stepping outside myself herself. the story is happening with no time to reflect.
it is obvious that it is no where close to over.
the birth of the long cloth.
