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It was the year 2000 and I was shooting a mockumentary film on the Santa Monica beach.
The film was about a b-movie director with delusions of grandeur. His cinematographer was literally a clown, shooting the movie in between his kids' birthday party gigs and confirming the proclamation of the title.
While taking a break, I grabbed the attention of the actor playing the clown who was having a smoke and the cinematographer for the mockumentary and shot this candid behind the scenes photo on 35mm film.
This frame perfectly encapsulates the absurdness and promise of low budget filmmaking.
.- Sad and absurd end ... for a nice story ....
Absurd end ......
Nice story ... and absurd end ......
- Triste y absurdo final..., para una bonita historia....
Absurdo final......
Bonita historia..., y absurdo final.....
They say in life that when it comes down to it, your decisions should be whats best for you.
this is absurd.
Teaching us how we might cling on to a century whilst describing it. No mean feat, it would appear.
And it did (appear I mean, did you see what I did there?).
Registered aliens, who the hell came up with that absurdity?
Nano nano, and how's your father?
The sun catches the rocky headlands guarding the entrance to the awesome sea-loch, Loch Nevis.
I was trundling my way across the Sound of Sleat on my journey from the mainland at Mallaig, to Armadale on the Sleat Peninsula, part of the wondrous Isle of Skye.
Nevis twists north, then south and finally east, where it narrows to under a quarter of a mile wide, from a maximum of four miles, at its mouth.
It is not absurd to suggest that this terrain represents one of the wildest, most remote and isolated in Caledonia and the United Kingdom.
To the left (north) is Knoydart, the “Rough Bounds.”
To the right (south) is North Morar.
Both are only accessible by foot or boat.
There are no metalled roads within an area exceeding a hundred square miles.
They are truly rugged, remote, untamed and aloof to the influence of humanity.
Starkly untouched, rocky, bare but spartanly pristine, unspoiled, natural wildernesses.
Their raw, unsophisticated beauty rakes at your psyche, your soul, your spirit.
But in this “other world” you find your real self because refinement and urbanity has been stripped away in the face of precipitous rock and Sgurr na Ciche.
This pyramidal peak, just left of centre is a sentinel,
an icon, a landmark for 20-50 miles in all directions, in this land of raw, unbridled beauty.
Even in this shot it lies beyond the far eastern end of Loch Nevis, twenty miles away in this image.
Should you wish to be “far from the madding crowd,” come here, to the mountains, to the eternal thrones of the Gods.
This is God’s Garden. It is a rocky one. Walk with him.
See your real self in the mountain pool, not the work-place window.