It feels like this has been a rather momentous week. The premier for the documentary that I worked on this summer, now titled "In Search of the Storm", was on saturday. It was received very well by the 200+ that filled the IMAX theatre to capacity. I personally had hoped that it would be more than it turned out to be, but I would still gladly attach my name to it. Jeff still wants to make a directors cut which I feel will probably be closer to the vision I had for it.
Right after the premier I had lunch with my parents who had just returned from their trip out west. They brought back with them my grandfathers camera collection that had been promised to me over a year ago. My grandfather was apparently not really that into photography or cameras, his collection just sort of happened. I've heard that someone gave him the first camera, then others figured since he had that one he might like more. The collecting was more thrust upon him than born out of a love, not that the love didn't develop since he continued to collect. My aunt Kathy then inherited the collection when my grandfather died. Since I expressed interest in the collection she said that I could have it. So on saturday afternoon I received a cardboard box filled with dusty lenses and melted bulbs. As an unexpected but very pleasant surprise included was my mother's childhood brownie camera with her name and address written on a strip of tape on the back, and slides that I think were shot by my grandfather. I never knew him, so I always cherish the small connections I can find.
I think all of this has been magnified by the winds of change that seem to be coming with the oncoming fall. It has been an amazing summer of adventure, leisure and learning, but the work force and structure and calling to me again. More adventure to come I'm sure.
