The God of Day Had Gone Down Upon Him

This film of singlestrand photography begins with the fire of reflective light on water and on the barest inferences of a ship Throughout the interwoven play of light and water tell the inferred tale of the film through rhythm the tempo through visible textures and forms in gradual evolution through resultant moods generated by these modes of making and then by the increasingly distant boat images birds animals fleeting silhouettes of people and their artifacts flotsam and jetsam of the seadead as well as near end and almost as at a funeral flowers in bloom swallowed by darkness midst the crumbling of the sand castles