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.