Friday, February 15, 2008

conquering gaussian blur

He thinks he's directing his own film. He's placed a camera behind him, recording what appear to be self-selected moments.
  • Like soccer games. 128 frames per second. The majestic presentation of his once athletic self.
  • Like walking through the halls. Capturing the self-assuredness of a teenager's travels from class to class. Recording his illusory importance in a sea of anonymous foot traffic.
  • Like the night of his parents' separation. Steady in its focus, reminding him that manhood is a tear-less path, all stoicism and unflinching rigidity.
  • Like meeting his wife. The camera pans, circling him as if wishing an embrace; immortalizing a moment of revelation and reassurance.
  • Like the wedding. Streaks of light pouring over every frame. Something ethereal. Everything permanent. Perfect.
  • Like the birth of his children. The chaotic, hand-held style embellishes his anxiety, but zooms out. Immediate relief. Endless potential.
He likes to think he's directing his own film, but he knows better.

He's part audience, part demographic.

He's sometimes audience, a would-be reviewer.

But he is the cinematographer, all lens and focus.

1 comment:

KC said...

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