“I enjoy the liberating quality of digital, the 400 plus slots open on the chip vs. the 38 on the roll; and also the ability to work in such low light . . . but I tend to overshoot . . . and I also feel like so much of what I learned about timing by working in the street gets thrown out the window. Rather than waiting for that one moment when things will come together and taking a single frame . . . I will tap the button four times and end up missing the moment. My favorite thing is when I come off of a few days of shooting digital for a job and return to film and do my own work. I am more willing to try and make a picture than I normally am with film and at the same time more careful than I normally am with digital.”—Gus Powell
My messenger in disguise,
makes up for such short goodbyes.
You can’t come home again,
each time it’s different.
And the yards around your feet,
fall away while you’re asleep
Each day, I spend it with me now
All my time, I spend it with me now
But each day I spend it with you now
All my time, I spend it with you now
But out here, no one can hear me
Out here no one can hear me.