"But our native country is less an expanse of territory than a substance; it's a rock or a soil or an aridity or a water or a light.
It's the place where our dreams materialize; it's through that place that our dreams take on their proper form. . . .
Dreaming beside the river, I gave my imagination to the water, the green, clear water, the water that makes the meadows green. I cant sit beside a brook without falling deep reverie, without seeing once again my happiness. . . .
The stream doesn't have to be ours; the water doesn't have to be ours. The anonymous water knows all my secrets. And the same memory issues from every spring."
- Gaston Bachelard
The following video is from a project that I'm working on that combines a field recording from my grandmother's backyard, a bit of narration I wrote last semester, and some video footage I shot. I consider it a rough draft. I would like to make another recording of the narration, continue to play around with the sound mixing, video editing, and timing the footage better.
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