Sometimes compassion isn’t perfect. It doesn’t solve the problem; no strategic changes are made. Even so, for one small soul a kindness can change a life.
Fifty-one weeks after my last day in Argentina the process to organize, import, transcode, sort, log, keyword, transcribe, translate and most importantly review and annotate 128 hours of footage is complete. My bullet-point notes add up to 87000 words, 350 pages of observations and insights. My plan was four months. It took almost eight. It’s a tedious process, and though I learned a lot and experienced some spine-tinglingly-great moments, I’m very glad it’s done.
Now on to the next phase of creative work: to transform a few moments from the mountain into 90 minutes of movie magic.
Some places sing with their vibrancy. On Koh Pha-Ngan, it’s the sky. Reflected in the shores and water, the beehives and trees, the sky fills the place with fluorescence. It’s as if the island glows from within.
I love to just bask in the colours and let them refill me.
As someone that loves the water, I wish for a body that knows how to float. Sadly, no. Even in the salty Thai seas, in a competition between the head of an axe and my big legs it’s a beautiful dance of synchronized sinking.
Thai new year is joyous, playful, fun and uninhibited. On Koh Pha-Ngan Songkran is celebrated with copious amounts of water thrown at any and every passerby—whether on foot, by car or (most often) on scooter. Some trucks even travel around loaded with watergun-laden revelers hunting for their next target. Eventually I couldn’t help but get in on the action.
The forecasted tropical storm didn’t materialize.
Still, the water kicked and rolled, welcome cool air blasted my face and colours and clouds roiled in the wake of the wind.