
Started shooting a documentary on snow birds - the elderly who migrate south for winter. Never finished. Made me anxious. Don't like the beach, too slow. Conflicts with my inner metronome. But I guess when you're 87 that's the point? Wish I'd slow down -- claustrophobia rendered in green and orange. I think I'm moving? Waves hit shore & there's the sound the only thing that lets me fall asleep. [digital drawing over DSLR footage + recorded audio, 3600 × 7200]