On Set: Gadlynn Wayfare

So... this all started with that photo shoot from awhile back. Dave, the producer from that short film I worked on last summer, was directing the photo shoot and I was brought in as an assistant. I wasn't even supposed to dress up, but since all my friends were in garb, he thought why not! It started out simple, then a cape got added, and suddenly I was a character.

The whole reason this turned into a film was because I ran down a hill. After we had taken some photos, Dave suggested that he try out a running scene to test Miss Lilli's dad's (Scott) new camera.  After I ran down the hill a few times, Dave looked up and said, "This could be a movie!" And its getting there!!! I'm so happy to be a part of this! I get to be around cameras, play dress up, and be around (and even ride) horses. Could life be any sweeter than being on set??? Yep, I definitely want to work in film... Need to work on the acting though, I'm so used to directing...

By the way, my character's name is Gadlynn Wayfare (I named her, could you tell =P ) also known as Gaddie.

Falling Out of a Bucket

Falling
Out of a bucket.
I landed on my side.
And I realized how stupid I'd become.
I know.
It isn't proper to say so.
But I will.
Who am I?
Why was I sent here?
In asking these questions,
I became
The very thing
That I despise.
But falling
Out of a bucket
Changes things.
It makes you see
The world
In a different way.
When you're all curled up
At the bottom
In the dim, bromby light
You contemplate little
Other than yourself.
And then you realize
As you fall
Just how small
You really are.
And just how grand
And just how tall
The world around you
Must be
To make your fall so long.
I am so small.
I understand that I am tiny.
And the only thing
You come to want
Is a soft landing.
So where were you looking before?
Were you looking at hearts of stone?
Were you looking at the Sevenfold Spirit?
Where were you hiding?
As you pick up speed
And fly
Through the air
In a downward tumble.
Your insides give out.
You are one with the air.
You are surrendered to your circumstances.
You have faith in the ground,
That it will catch you
Safely or not.
And you don't think about yourself anymore.
Just the fall.
You don't hear your heart beating
So loud in that bucket.
You just think about tumbling out into the open air
Dead or alive.
You will arrive on the ground.
And as you tumble out,
On a cobble, or brick, or carpet floor,
You are reborn.
You have emerged.
I tumbled into a alley way.
And found people dressed in rags
Far more important than me.
And I left the poison of myself
At the bottom of that bucket,
And myself lost, I am found.

EPIC Photographs

I got to live out my imagination yesterday... This was our photo shoot... needless to say, it was epic. Thanks so much to Mr. Figgins and Dave Anderson for letting us play, and thanks to Lisha for inviting me!