Sunday, September 20, 2009

In Montana: Film, On the Farm

I am doing my bit to test out the Buddhist saying that if you think you're Enlightened, just try spending a weekend with your mother [or whatever relative most gets under your skin]. Or, in this case, someone else's mother. bink's mother, godblessher, is the bodhisattva gratiously showing me how easily I can lose my equanimity, or, as they might say out here in Montana, she's the burr under my saddle showing me how easily I lose my cool. (How easily? Very.) However, as she dawdles unconscionably, I have a chance to post yesterday's photos. bink and I did indeed film all of The Disinherited in 48 hours, though we barely started to edit it.

Storyboarding The Disinherited at CCs Diner, across from our motel, over pie and coffee.
bink, filming in the wheatfields her grandparents once farmed, outside of Bloomfield, Montana
"Fresca's World"; the old farmhouse was built between the world wars
Inside the old farmhouse, where no one has lived for more than forty years.

The rearview mirror (I was enchanted with how it's mounted on the dashboard, perfectly positioned to impale someone in the front seat) of a 1959 DeSoto, stored on the farmland with a bunch of other classic junkers until they can be restored and sold (see examples at moparfarm dot com) by bink's uncle. He offered to sell me this one for only $2,500. If I had either money or a driver's license, or if it had an engine, I'd have snapped it up. Not only is it saturated pink, it has fins like a shark.
bink's transportation of choice: one of her granfather's old combines, rusting out in a field.
Not my movie. Not Montana. But sort of how I feel: as if I were sweet, darling Godzilla and bink's mom was Mothra.


Nancy said...

Love the Montana photo diary!

Nancy said...

Oh, just wanted to put in a word for unconscionable dawdlers,

"To be a dawdler is a tough job, but somebody has to do it. Excessively time-driven people build industry. Dawdling people build spaces for time-driven people to 'accomplish' little tasks." --Nanzuaki Wadahashi, Dawdlers Unite, Wade Press, 2009.

Fresca said...

: )
When I like the person, their actions build civilization. When I don't, it's "unconscionable behavior".

I just got home and currently feel this person is Momthra, Destroyer of Worlds, but under less stressful circumstances than driving 500 miles without the radio on, my judgment would be far less harsh.

Nancy said...

Oooo, no radio! Ok, that could be classified as sensory deprivation under those circumstances.

Lori said...

Love the shot in the old farm house. How very cool- your project.

Fresca said...

NANCY: Yeah. No radio. Bad.

LORI: Hi! Nice to see you again. That old farm house is so intriguing--someone who was a real photographer could have a great time with it.