It’s cold up here on Cassie and Matt’s roof, but Patrick wants to see what the light does at dusk here in San Francisco. Only one more night in this city before we head south to Los Angeles.
We’re going down to L.A. for one night to see a dog. We realize that it’s a long way to go to see any animal, but this is a special dog, and we can’t be so close and not see her. It’s against doggie law.
But I digress. The light is moving into the magic hour, and I’m thinking of Terrence Malick and how the entire “Days of Heaven” was shot in the magic hour by a nearly blind Italian DoP. There is something to be said for experience.
