Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The anatomy of a new trailer

I took the old trailer and made the sound a little better. Then I started thinking specifically about sound and music. I really like the original bit because it gives the whole thing a kind of erie feel. As if running up Mt Washington is scary. Maybe it is... But then I started thinking, huh, how much does music play a part in whatever you happen to be watching? Have you ever muted your TV during a movie (sports don't count-- we've all wanted to tune Dick Vitale out at some point in our lives..)? Music totally sets the tone. It can make something scary, cheesy, poignant, suspenseful, and on and on.

So, back to the rockpile: After tweaking the sound on the original a bit, I thought I'd try out some new tunes, just to take the same video over and over again and change the mood by music. Things spun out of control from that little experiment adding more changes here and there and finally ended here:



Not too totally different from the original, still the same concept. But how does it make you feel??* 

In case you missed it, the original:



Finally, the music used in both of these is not my own. Some of you may have recognized it, or perhaps not, but the bottom line is that most likely, with my little pocket sized budget, I will not be able to afford the rights to include these songs in the film itself. That's why I'm planning on getting the film scored, once it has been edited, by a real live composer: Paulo. More on that later.

*important question borrowed from my high school days in Mrs. Maupin's history class.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Small Sabbatical

Dear Loyal Readers,

Please excuse my lack of posting and otherwise entire internet absence over the past few weeks. I have been adventuring without wi-fi (and it has been blissful). Two weekends ago a couple friends and I decided to climb Mt Washington ourselves. Another friend of ours has a cabin near Franconia, on the western side of the mountain, so we took the Ammonoosuc trail as opposed to the (more?) famous Tuckerman's on the eastern face. Ammonoosuc was awesome though, it follows a river ravine most of the hike which makes for some pretty awesome views, even before treeline. Once above treeline I caught sight of "one of those signs" that John Kelley had mentioned: the ones that tell you to just plain turn around if there's bad weather. Pretty intense. But here I was, my third time on the mountain and very favorable conditions-- sunny and probably sixty degrees. Clouds stacked up around the mountain when we arrived at the summit so there was no hope of that elusive Atlantic Ocean view. Maybe next time.

This past weekend I travelled to my homeland in the mitten of Michigan. A dear childhood friend got married (shout outs Tricia and Hayden!) and then my family had agreed to brave the wilderness with me in the Upper Peninsula. We went for a camp up in the Straits of Macinac. The water up there, in Lake Michigan and Huron, is absolutely gorgeous. And it was game for a swim, to boot (minus the fact that we were experiencing tent-blowing-over winds most of the time). From there we journeyed even farther north (!) up to Lake Superior and the Shipwreck Museum. There was to be no swimming in Superior this day: cold, windy and rainy (that near looked like snow) and the lake took on a stormy ocean-like appearance. Driving up M123 through the Hiawatha National Forest and Tahquamenon Falls State Park, you realize: wow, I am in the middle of nowhere. And then you meet the Yooper accent. Certainly a slice of Americana up there.

Anyway, now I'm back down in the LP (we don't ever call it that, do we?) swimming in Holland and running on long straight roads in silence and without passing another runner, ever. WEIRD. As far as progress on the film goes: things are flowing pretty nicely. I'm currently plopping down sound bites to tell the story of the race and am trying to figure out how to upload a VHS tape (?!) onto the laptop without a proper deck. That's me though, a big believer in work-arounds. We'll see if I can't pull it off. The Auto Road lent me a really awesome historical tape. Lots of '57 chevys and even a clip of the 1961 or '62 road race. COOL.

So, now, thanks for reading and you take care!
Ammonoosuc trailhead

Just above treeline on Mt Washington

Tricia and Hayden make people happy
The only photo I took, crossing the Macinac Bridge. Typical.


Thursday, August 5, 2010

Monday, August 2, 2010

Bullet point, sub header, asterisk, repeat

I've been saying that I feel like I have the filmmaker's equivalent of writer's block lately. Well, it turned out to be just the writer's kind of writer's block. Writing down (read: committing to paper) an outline has been wildly difficult for me to do for...the past three months. Even a draft. But this morning, the pen felt right resting in my hand. Finally ink on paper.

Roadmap.

I guess it took me remembering those old college term papers last week. Similar situation: always way too overwhelming to deal with until I could finally get an outline hammered out. I know, seems like the most simple and obvious of all things... I like to take my own sweet time finding a revelation like that. Even if it drives me crazy en route.

Game (back) on.

Friday, July 30, 2010

And now for something else entirely

This is what happens when I begin to suffer from creative block with the task at hand. Much like in college, with two term papers hanging over my head and a stack of history books to read, I would re-organize the junk drawer or sit in Barnes & Noble reading middle school beach books. So, now, my latest work of procrastination:



My running route usually includes a jog around the Sugar Bowl/Pleasure Bay out by Castle Island. Never know what you're gonna get out there wind-wise. Sometimes it's awful. But nearly every time it is worth it because of the sweeping views of the Boston Harbor, cleaned up shorelines or downtown sky scrapers settled against the setting sun. The other day, I swear there were 100 mph headwinds. Sad for my legs but happy for the Kite Boarding contingent of Greater Boston. I counted out a baker's dozen or so and after the run, I came back with a camera.

The funny thing is, I don't feel burnt out on the real project (yet) and still really love the idea of a foot race up the tallest peak in New England. Something's missing, though. Just making silly kiteboarding videos to loosen up the creative juices again.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Big(ger) Budget Productions

Today in the life of your promising young documenter began at 6AM over at a local brewery, on location for the first shoot for a new television pilot on HISTORY (Channel, The). This was my second experience in the last week being a handler or chaperone for filmmakers at the brewery.

The first was a long(er than expected) Friday night of pouring draft beer straight from the tap room. Close ups of delicious beer bubbling to the brim of signature glassware over and over and over again. Famous. Using a modest three-light system, a boss tripod with a slide dolly and that new-everybody's-talking-about Canon 7D, a real movie like quality was achieved, if I do say so myself. Great ambiance lent by neon brewery sign in background. On the whole we were shooting about 30-60 second clips. Evidently, this revolutionary game changer is not a suitable documentary camera-- it can only record for a limited amount of time before totally overheating and/or filling its memory card. Cool for incognito, spy video but not for the long haul of a 24/7 shadow. I'll stick with the modest little Canon HV20 set up I've got going. It's small, compact, shoots in HD and didn't break my independent bank/life's savings.

Now, today was a reality show shoot. Everybody wants a piece of real life now a days, not just the ever faithful doc geek. Got to chat with a variety of folks on set from Exec Producers to Location Managers to Production Assistants. Even got to stand in and do some blocking (famous)! Really cool guys (and one girl! shout outs!) crafting an entertaining story around pretty interesting premise. Looking forward to the premiere of this, friends.

Now, I've really got to get back to my own project. Ahh, the clip in/outs resume...

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Today's edits

I've been hanging out with John Kelley a lot lately. 
Well, not exactly, I haven't been back down to Mystic. But I am going through the John Kelley reel organizing the footage into thematic clips. Basically, when I talk to you and say "yep, doing some editing" I'm talking about organization. This is secretly (or not so secretly) one of my favorite parts of the process. It's also where the documentarianist (?) can uncover themes between all the different people interviewed. I've got about 20 hours of interview at this point, plus the non-interview footage. So, I've got my work cut out for me. But you know you've hit a nerve when things start overlapping thereby creating a little nest where soon the doc will hatch! yes! I did just compare my film to a bird! (A cool one though... not a seagull...sorry PJ)


Thursday, July 8, 2010

This Tornado Loves You!

And now for a day in the life of a super awesome filmmaker...

I woke up yesterday morning at 6:45AM to another wildly hot day. Already. Ate breakfast parfait of blueberries and yogurt. At 8AM, I loaded up my packed-the-night-before gear into the non-air-conditioned Jetta and drove down to the Starbucks in the John Hancock Building. I had an empty bag of Verona Roast to trade in for a tall coffee. I asked them to ice it, which seemed to be like asking for a cup of the boss's gem stones because they were really nervous about giving me this. What is the big deal? Is ice not frozen water that comes from your tap, basically free?? Don't worry, I charmed those baristas, got the icee and got on 93 going North: New Hampshire, yet again.

This time it was slated to be a two hour drive up to Newport where Bob Teschek, the director of the 50th Mt Washington Road Race, lives. Google maps were pretty right on and I found myself saying Good Morning to Bob at 10AM. We set up in the kitchen of his lovely secluded home "out in the sticks" (I love kitchens, by the way) and we had a conversation. I was most curious about Bob's experience with the early races in the 60s and how he transitioned from runner to director in 1982, taking over for the BAA and Jock Semple. Bob was great: informative and personable. He even dug out some old photos and plaques to re-photograph. Man, I hope they turn out for the film. VERY awesome. A pic from the 1937 race! So cool.

I let Bob get back to his Wednesday at Noon and barreled down 89 to the state capitol (Concord, for those of you playing at home). My plan for this area was to grab lunch in the AC to quell the anger rising from hunger and hotness (which I totally DID do and my sandwich was delicious), to check in with the State Library to see if they had any artifacts pertaining to my topic (I did this, too-- shout outs to Donna who looked things up on computer AND card catalog for me), and to potentially find a historian with whom I could chat about Mt Washington and the settling of New Hampshire (which I totally forgot to do-- funny how that happens).

Hopped back into the HOT Jetta and blasted down 93 back in to South Boston to meet up with Harpoon Helps for Greater Boston Food Bank fun. Volunteered in the sweltery heat of the new Yawkey-funded GBFB sorting cans and boxes and determining what is still good for consumption. My two stations were Water and Pet Food. I had one can of Alpo the whole time, but lots of boxes of Poland Spring, Perrier and the like. I also noticed some mini cans (think beach Cokes you're always seeing come June) of something called Aloe Juice. Has anyone heard of this? Or drank it before? What does it taste like?? After my 4th of July weekend, I have Aloe on the brain... is Aloe Juice really After Sun for the tongue? Hmmm.

After this long day, most people were exclaiming about how they couldn't wait to toast frozen margaritas and put their feet up. But on long days like this, I find my running is at its peak. So I got home at 8:15PM and laced up the Mizunos. Bob Teschek had given me a sweet MWRR Race Crew t-shirt that I wore, not just because it's cool but also cause it's white, and the sun was about down here on the East Coast. This would prove to just be a quick 5k, I kind of haven't run in ages (the heat is my excuse right now). But as history has taught me, long days really give me the edge on a run and I kicked it out nicely.

Thus I ended my day completely drenched in the day's humidity and happiness at about 9:30PM. Lots of ice water (the ice was from home this time-- so no dirty looks or awkward withholding...starbucks...). Today is another day! And then there's tomorrow!

ps- this tornado loves you http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FhVbyeWFvo

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and this is probably why I do not have my own reality tv show...

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Live Free or Die

Thought you all might enjoy this little ditty (not about Jack and Diane):







I'm from Michigan and my favorite state slogan is Great Lakes, Great Times (with Say Yes! to Michigan as a close second) but I've got to say, New Hampshire's license plate is pdg (pretty darn great)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

the tease


click that 360p box up to 720p and watch in HD!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

G Street

Last night I laced up my Mizunos with the intention of taking it easy and running as long as it was fun. I ran past a softball game and around alongside beach and then, instead of pulling it in through the flat lands of L street, I took it down to G Street. If you've ever lived in South Boston you'll know G Street leads you up to the high school and Dorchester Heights, where Gen. Washington repelled the Red Coats back in the 1700s.

G was just recently paved. Very smooth. And in the humid heat (even at 9pm), the pungent smell of tar could have been overwhelming. It was not...because the incline of G street won out on the overwhelming. I just thought I'd give this dreaded hill of mine a try. I must have accidentally run up it when I first moved here and didn't know any better, so for the past three years we've been avoiding each other. But coming off the coat tails of Mt Washington, I thought the least I could do was power through this one. And I made it 3/4 of the way before huffing an exhausted "crap."

Ran all the way to the heights. Running down was indeed the killer.

I'm still not ready to commit to attempting the rockpile... it certainly is on my mind...

The Map: http://www.usatf.org/routes/view.asp?rID=376674

Monday, June 21, 2010

Race me

The goal of this past weekend for the kitchen table docs crew was to capture as much of the hill climb experience as our modest little set up would allow. Working with a team of two, a little HD video camcorder, an SLR camera, and enough clif bars to fuel a mountain goat, we attacked the weekend with vigor. Cannot say enough how much fun the weekend was, for a NH-phile, running-phile and film dork such as myself. Cannot say enough how welcoming and warmhearted this racing event treated us (and treated just about everyone, in general).

I'll give you a run down of the weekend, so you can feel like you were there!

I packed up the kitchen table Jetta Thursday morning. From cameras to all-weather clothing (ya never know) to Harpoon UFO White (to honor the White Mountains, of course). Erin, my crew-mate from Long Island arrived and we drove up the three hours from Boston into the White Mountains and found ourselves neatly nestled just south of Mt Washington in Glen, NH (thank you McCann's for the most peaceful HQ imagined). After a crash course in equipment usage (never would have guessed it was E-rock's first documentary gig, would you have? very professional), we crashed for the night pumped for predicted sunny skies, perfect for pictures.



Friday 6AM wake up call. To capture that lovely morning light I am so fond of, the Jetta took us around to some scenic points of interest. BAM! Mt Washington, sans cloud shroud! Then, we got a little turned upside down and around again driving through the valley. With mountains on either side, gentle slopes of trees and jagged cliffs of rock boulder amidst the winding road, all I could do was pull over and gasp at the mind boggling beauty. Thank you John Weeks for enabling the preservation of what you saw so that we might see today the same thing (Shout out to the Weeks Act 1911)!



Did some location scouting around the Mt Washington Auto Road. It was Biker Weekend and thus wildly loud everywhere. We had an interview shoot scheduled for this area in a few hours and had to figure out where to film. Relying on only natural light and bulbs already installed at any given locale, this guerilla film team had to get creative. And we did. We found a slightly more secluded hill above the main buildings thanks to our friend and Mt Washington Auto Road aficionado, Eli.

Nancy Hobbs, World Mountain Running Association

Friday evening was a whirlwind of meeting hill climbers from all over, all walks of life, all age groups and all deeply powerful connections to the mountain. Peter, a long time member of Team Gloucester, recounted his first time up the mountain. Andy, the race announcer, broke down the psychological nature of the climb. Fred shared his connection to the mountain, including the 33 times he's run it. in a row. that's right...we have a streaker!

Fred Ross, the streaker

Up bright and early for the 10AM start of the race (meaning another 6AM wake up call). And in fact, it was bright-- sunny skies for the second day in a row, with clear views of the mountain. The crew went their separate ways: one in the press van to follow the elite action and one in the Jetta to take in the views from the tippity-top. Aside from locking the keys in the trunk (eh hemm), the kitchen table team did make it down the mountain post race. I still don't know if we were able to fully capture the intensity of running up the tallest peak in New England. What does it take to reach the summit? Eyes forever yearning towards the sky in hopes that the crest of this behemoth is near, and then when it finally does, these same eyes realize the attached legs will need to muster enough strength to climb a truly daunting 22% grade in just 50 yards.

The base of the mountain was a mix of family reunion and graduation accomplishment (both come with a whole lotta food and drink and hugs). The camaraderie of the Mt Washington Road Race is not to be overlooked. Mountain runners are a special niche of runners and they know it, but they share and encourage it with anyone that's interested. No insiders club here, folks. We met so many great runners, supporters, organizers and even other filmmakers on this trip. A great group of people all coming together to go toe to toe in a race with each other, yes, but even more so the mountain and ultimately, themselves.

Winners Chris Siemers and Shewarge Amare with Race Director Bob Teschek and sponsor Delta Dental's Tom Raffio

Sunday we met with Howie Wemyss the general manager of the Auto Road (the road by which this race is made possible). He gave an insightful and expansive history of the area and the road itself. Can you even imagine, in a time without Eastern Mountain Sports and REI that enough people were attempting to climb this 6,288 ft peak, and succeeding, that a summit hotel was profitable in the 1800s?? The Auto Road played a great part in allowing people to experience the heights, sights and thrill of standing on top of it all.

This concluded our stay in the beautiful White Mountains. It was awesome. To everyone who shared their experiences with us, thank you, thank you. Now, uhh, let's make a film.

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kitchentabledocs@gmail.com

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

miles to go before I sleep


Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village, though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
ROBERT FROST


Lucky for me, my promises to keep are lovely, dark and deep. Off to the mountains, friends!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Legends in the Myst(ic)

The reason I went down to Mystic CT today was to get a slice of pizza and a pint of Mystic Ale from the infamous Mystic Pizza. Just had a hankering. and was hoping to catch a glimpse of Matt Damon circa 14 years old... Well, not entirely...



John J. Kelley, winner of the 1957 Boston Marathon, two time Olympian and winner of the rebirth of the Mt Washington Road Race in 1961. 

Yes, this is the man, the myth, the Mystic legend himself. John and I talked about that special 1961 race up the to the summit of the tallest peak in the Northeast. It had been resurrected from the 1930s where it was left behind then to focus on the war effort. 1961 was also the 100th Anniversary of the carriage road, the route all runners race to the top, the 7.6 mile ascent. The BAA (also responsible for the Boston Marathon) decided to take on the logistical challenge of hosting a race on a mountain. The infamous Jack Semple (of Kathy Switzer fame, as well as fame in his own right) convinced his men to come up and put on a good showing.

Kelley's Pace was my little slice of heaven. A small shoe barn exploding with trainers, apparel and that beautiful smell of running rubber. If you're in the market for a new pair of sneaks, make the well worth trip to Mystic, stop in and see John, tell him the kitchen table docs sent you.. then get some pizza.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Miles from Nowhere

At least, that's sort of what it felt like. Not only were we miles from the city life in Boston but the Jetta found itself winding around country roads lined with trees, farm stands and grassy fields. Yep, we were in Western Mass. Northampton, actually. Flew across the state on I-90, opposite rush hour traffic. Glorious. Talked with John Stifler, the Press and Elite Athlete Liaison for the race.


Does this make you dizzy? I really liked the way the fresh morning sunlight filtering through the trees bounced around on both the camera lens AND my dusty windshield. That, along with the wavy camera position and the turning motion of the vehicle itself make for a short but lovely wafting shot.

We filmed it in the cul-de-sac near John's home. Driving around in circles. Perfect.

Until next time...

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Special Guest Contributor!

Guest writer: Bowser

Today my dear God Mother picked me up for the afternoon and we hung out. In the mid-day sun we walked all the way from my house to hers. Along the way I conducted plenty of business, letting the West Broadway pups know I had been in their town. Lucky for them, they didn't run into me on the way.

We got to my God Mother's apartment and I had forgotten exactly how many flights of stairs it took to get to her place! (This is where I first learned how to go up stairs.) Whew, three flights up and we entered the apartment with the never-ending hallway. Running! Beautiful cross breeze! While she made lunch, I took a nap on the couch in front of the fan. I was so good that she gave me a treat! She is my favorite. Obviously.

After lunch we walked back to my house. We took the long way. It was so hot! I don't know how I manage to wear a fur coat through the summer, but I guess I'm just pretty tough.

Anyway, we had many a good conversation and I'm pumped about how her project on Mt Washington is going. She's had two really great interviews and is headed out to Northampton tomorrow to see the PR/Elite Athlete Liaison for the Race. Should be a fun adventure and yet another learning opportunity...

Speaking of learning opportunities, I'll leave you with this short little film experiment my God Mother made. As you can see, someone is Up And Coming (me, obviously).

Monday, May 24, 2010

Choose Your Own Adventure!

When I was in elementary school I got into Choose Your Own Adventure books. They were often about fantastical journeys and you, the reader, got to pick where the story would turn. I often thought of it as game-- how can you have the longest (and therefore, best) story possible? It wasn't long before I started cheating by merely jumping around to the different pages, not reading it until I was sure this was a "winner". Suffice to say I lost interest in the series shortly thereafter. I didn't cherish the stories for what they were. I had become too obsessed with the mechanics.

I'm still wrapped up in mechanics, though recognizing this fault I'm trying to step back and enjoy the story. So when interviewing Mt Washington Road Race's self-proclaimed historian, I was nervous about getting the best most truthful voice to come across. I spent quite a bit of time with notes prior to the shoot, trying to order questions and play out how the interview might go in my head. I think this work paid off. We were able to break the ice and get to the essential topics at hand. Of course, it was the off hand comment here and there that took this filmmaker into a world no pen and paper could adequately predict. 

So, here's to not only finding the story, but enjoying it along the way.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Mic check

Massive credit card damage to commence labor of love...

List of relevant equipment:

Canon HV20 - it's HD and 24fps cinema quality

Wireless lav mic


Directional mic


Massive external harddrive (1TB)... passport size, I kid you not.

Obligatory Apple product(s)

 

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Tralala Trail Run

I've just returned from, what I think is, my very first trail run. ever. How could I possibly have gone this long in my running journey (freshman year of high school?) and never taken advantage of the trail systems of America? Kind of unbelievable...

I was scouting a possible location for the documentary: Winnekenni Park Conservation Area. It is about 35 minutes North of Boston and on this windy, mid-fifty degree, sunshine filled Mother's Day, Haverhill was the epitome of loveliness. After just a quarter to half mile into the main Dudley Porter Trail (2.5 mi) I was completely turned around and lost in the woods. The trail was decently marked, but still there was a certain amount of gut-sense on where to turn and how to keep the Lake on my left despite the winding and climbing deeper into quiet. The Dudley Porter drops you off near the Community College but since I was going for a loop back to the Jetta I picked up the Merrill Trail for another .8 miles-- this time on more of a single track. Merrill spit me out into a small parking area on Kenoza Road and just to be sure, I confirmed with a helmeted mountain biker that I could follow the road around and get back to where I'd started. He assured me it was so (My confidence in my sense of direction has been greatly diminished by the Commonwealth of Massachusetts with their horse-trails-for-roads and same-name-streets..everywhere). Luckily, I found some more trail to take me back into the woods a little, between the lake and the basin and back to the first .4 miles of my journey. Altogether, about a 4 mile jaunt.

Running on trail is obviously so different from road warrior-ing. Not just in scenery and mindset, but muscle groups. All the dodging of protruding rocks and mud slicks gave my lower legs a new work out. Near misses for sprained and twisted ankles and knees. But what better place to get laid up at, right? Well, whew, I did not have any spills but I won't be surprised if there's some aching tomorrow...

Hoping to film a Mt Washington legend here in the solace of 700 acres.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

My first entry on my first film!

Welcome, sports fans, to the first entry of this little production diary. I'm intimidated on a couple of fronts here: one being that this is the first time that I'll be attempting to make a substantial, high production value, documentary project that isn't about my friends or my immediate surroundings; and two is that I'm not really the public journal-ing type. So, we'll see how far this gets anyone…


Relevant information:

1. I'm interested in the Mt Washington Road Race (MWRR). It boggles my little flat, 5k brain that people actually want to run up a mountain. Why do they do it?! Who came up with this idea? How did it stick?? (This is the 50th year anniversary of continuous official races). I plan to trace this history of the event as it intersects with the story of New Hampshire, the White Mountains, tourism, running and the extreme sport of mountain running.

2. The MWRR is June 19th this year! Get ready! If you want to run it, there's a lottery to get in, because the mountain's auto road can only accommodate 1,000 folks and more than 1,000 want to run. The madness!! The lottery closes March 15. Good luck.

3. When I say "production value" I'm especially referring to the quality of picture and sound. Have you ever been to the White Mountains? It's so beautiful!! Nothing but the human eye can fully capture this Live Free Or Die landscape, I'm sure, but I'll do my best to try… that said, I can no longer be using my 2001 Canon ZR25 camcorder (Thanks, though, Mom & Dad-- it served me well on many other occasion! back when HD meant…well I don't know if it meant anything ten years ago). I need to secure a quality camera. I don't know much about camera hardware. So, if you do, or if you know someone who does. I'm open to advisors!!

4. I've been researching this topic for a while now. I believe I am in what we in the biz will call "pre-production." I'm drawing up a production schedule and reaching out to those I'd like to interview, who can tell the story of this race and this mountain. If you'd like to be involved, I welcome you! please contact me: kitchentabledocs [at] gmail [dot] com


Thanks for tuning in. Hope to be witty and insightful on the next installment!