FILM • FALL 2013

Wednesday, July 23, 2014



Piecing together these little videos has really become one of my favorite hobbies. As a result, I have hours and hours (and hours) of little snippets of our life uploaded on the computer that haven't seen the light of Youtube yet. It all started with our 2.5 week road trip through the South that we took last Summer. I had no intentions of doing this each season for the rest of eternity, but I really can't give it up. I've almost come to enjoy getting creative with my camera's video function more than taking photos, but piecing these videos together is pretty time intensive. This is only the third one I've made, but I feel like my skills are getting a bit better with each one and I've gotten quicker at navigating iMovie (which really isn't a great program, as I'm working with a laptop from 2008 that won't allow me to upgrade to the new version of any software - any suggestions on a similar, but affordable Apple-friendly video editing program?). I'm looking forward to getting a better lens for videos too.

Going through all of this old footage was really hard for me. 'Nostalgia is a dirty liar that insists things were better than they seemed.' I saw this quote on Pinterest a few months ago and it's stuck with me since. It isn't profoundly inspirational, but it's become a leg to stand on in our house over these past few months. Anytime we're reminiscing over our time in Albuquerque and the other responds with a sigh, we always mutter, 'Nostalgia is a dirty liar' and nod in agreement. I look at these pieces of video and I have to remind myself that I've captured all the good moments, which is what you want when you're documenting your family, but it's hard to remember there was so much going on in the background that has slipped from your memory. There were long hours at work. There was loneliness. There was a house we wanted to make a home, but couldn't because the mortgage was all we could afford, but there was also a lot of hope. And there was a lot of joy. And there was a lot of love.

Fall in Albuquerque is this magical season when it feels perfect outside for months in a row. You really can't complain about the weather at any time in Albuquerque, except in May when Winter has dwindled along and shows up sporadically in what is supposed to be Spring. I've really never loved being outside in a place so much. Growing up in Phoenix, well, everyone knows it's just hot outside. That's all I really remember about Phoenix. I have no memory of Winter when it's supposedly 75 degrees and lovely. I was just hot. And growing up in Alabama, all I remember are the days of 95 degree weather with air so thick with humidity you feel like you can't breathe and I remember the cold mornings and running to catch the school bus at 6:45 A.M. It's as disgusting as it sounds. But when I think of Albuquerque, I will always remember the beautiful clear skies, the crisp desert air, the light breeze through the tops of the trees in our backyard, and baby giggles coming from a swinging hammock. Mornings spent on the patio with a cup of coffee, a good book, and my feet in a patch of sunlight come in at a close second. Fall was full in 2013 - the Balloon Fiesta, hiking in Los Alamos with friends (Hey Ian and Allie - we miss you guys!), and a trip to the Pumpkin Patch. I didn't even get a chance to fit in pumpkin carving or playing in leaves, but I plan on making a Fall part two video soon.

1 comments:

  1. This is great! You have a natural talent for "movie making."

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