- 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's part audience, part demographic.
He's sometimes audience, a would-be reviewer.
But he is the cinematographer, all lens and focus.