Never wander into the desert without water. That’s what they say.
But we made exactly that mistake pastillas de viagra.
We (director Bruce, director of photography John, sound recordist Patrick) were heading for the edge of the Mojave Desert to shoot a scene for our upcoming documentary Where Am I? The scene would show a man (moi) wandering aimlessly through the desert. This would contrast with another image of a desert ant making a beeline across hot sand in the Sahara with prey in its mandibles.
We wanted to get some artsy shots so we had brought our jib – a series of tubes and pivot points that balance on the tripod and allow our camera to move smoothly up and down. It has a ballast box and a large plastic bag for water. The perfect amount of water will act as counterweight to the camera at the other end.
No water. We were 40 feet from a road and 200 meters from the highway. But no convenient washroom or well or pump.
So we found camera batteries and other small pieces of equipment and put them in the box. And then we wandered the landscape looking for rocks and stones in an assortment of sizes (although the desert floor didn’t have many rocks.) Pat also found some rusty cans. Sand didn’t work because the box has holes to make it lighter.
Pat got a little paranoid about all the holes in the ground where we were searching. “What if they’re snake holes.” I’m into snakes and was now actively searching them out, briefly shirking my ballast duties. But in the end, the only living things I saw were Pat and John.
Finally, with the detritus of a sad little corner of the Mojave in our ballast box, we attained the kind of balance normally only achieved by identical twins on a teeter-totter.
Then John said, “Light’s too bright. I’m going to add a shaded viewfinder.”
One more stone. From a relatively stoneless desert. But I finally pried something loose that worked, once we chucked one of the rusty cans.
And people ask, ‘Why does this film work take so long?’