Saturday morning, 5:00 am.
I‘ve been up for 3 hours already. Daylight has begun painting another steamy day and I’m hoping for a blazing red-ish sunrise through the morning haze. I drive around the countryside forever, looking for a silhouette, for a shape that would compel me to stop and set up the tripod. But as time passes by, the light increases and flattens out without giving the sun a chance to shine seriously.
I end up snapping a few shots just for revenge, and as I am driving back through endless fields and the foul smell of animal farming, an idea pops into my head. I look for a pen, for paper; I have neither. So I flip the camera to its video mode and, while I’m driving, film myself explaining my thought.
After all, loosing a great idea is as sad as never having one.
