I'm no Coppola, not even his daughter,
or possibly the egg he had for breakfast.
Over six weeks I have enjoyed a vertical learning curve
into the world of aspect ratios,
frame rates, fx generators and dog knows what.
Love a challenge. The type that has you transfixed,
coffeeless, and fingers frozen
but unable to tear yourself away.
Who knew there were 75 different types of video file,
each with it's own little foible.
Who knew they all didnt get along?
and who the hell knows how to import video
into a stone age computer like mine.
The camera needed a square type hole (fire wire)
and I had a round ones and rectangular ones.
Story of my life, really.
Didn't fit into the right hole.
It's a tiny 2.5 minute love story.
It gets an airing next week,
when I'll be away, and David will be in hospital.
I hope I've done Clarrice and Dave justice.
Enjoy a sneak preview and some free range,