As I
stepped off the boat onto the dock and into the snow I saw unfamiliar tracks.
Ahead of me was the owner.
Gingerly I
approached as time had crept up on me. I was walking and I needed more then I
had to get to school in time.
Slowly it
gave way and proceeded ahead of me. Not to flutter and fly away, but to move
aside.
It was a
beautiful moment.
We
respected each other’s space and purpose.
This
afternoon in Final Cut Pro X class, Alec our teacher began in ernst a discussion
on cutting footage.
On editing
life.
Moments
captured in time on video with audio, that which may never ever be seen or
heard again.
We don’t keep
what we don’t want to remember.
“Editing is
about selecting the moments in time,” he explains.
The crap is
gone.
Like what
we choose to remember.
When we
edit our life.
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