Poetry of the Passing Landscapes #photography #clouds #naturebeauty

My ideas and a rough draft I am working on for a intro scene Water Slides FADE IN: EXT. OCEAN CLIFF – DAY A vast stretch of the Pacific Ocean reaches endlessly toward the horizon. Standing at the edge of a cliff is a MAN (30s). The camera frames him from behind in a MEDIUM CLOSE-UP. He stands motionless, staring out at the ocean below. Silence. Then— The distant sound of PEOPLE TALKING. A CAR DOOR SLAMS. Footsteps. Laughter. The camera slowly begins to PAN around him at torso level. As it moves, the sounds grow louder. More voices. More footsteps. More chatter. The world seems to be gathering around him. The camera continues its slow arc. The noise intensifies. The voices overlap. The sounds become overwhelming. Until— The camera lands on the FRONT OF HIS FACE. A CLOSE-UP. The noise reaches its peak. Then suddenly— It fades. Voice by voice. Sound by sound. Until only the ocean remains. The camera slowly pushes closer. A TIGHT CLOSE-UP on his eyes. Still. Unblinking. The roar of the ocean grows louder and louder. The world around him disappears. Only the ocean remains. A long beat. The camera slowly pulls back. MEDIUM WIDE. The man takes a step forward. Then another. And another. CUT TO: EXT. ROCKY SHORELINE – CONTINUOUS The man walks toward the water. The waves crash against the rocks. He never hesitates. Never breaks stride. He enters the ocean. Water reaches his knees. His waist. His chest. His shoulders. He continues forward. Until he disappears beneath the surface. Everything goes silent. Absolute silence. UNDERWATER BLACK. No sound. No image. Nothing. Then— A CHILD’S SCREAM pierces the darkness. A little boy, screaming at the top of his lungs. CUT TO: EXT. BEACH – DAY A YOUNG BOY runs frantically toward his MOTHER. The camera rushes toward them. The boy reaches her. She kneels and wraps her arms around him. MOTHER Everything will be fine. The screen cuts to black. BLACK SCREEN. Silence. Then— The distant hum of a car engine. CUT TO: INT. MOVING CAR – DAY The same man. The same eyes. A MATCH CUT. The camera holds on a CLOSE-UP of his face from nearly the same angle. He stares forward. Unblinking. Still. Outside the window, the coastline rolls by. Music slowly builds. Louder. And louder. Yet the man remains motionless. Lost somewhere beyond the moment. The ocean flashes between stretches of road. Then— A familiar roadside sign appears ahead. The man’s eyes never move. The music swells. CUT TO BLACK.

Feel the warmth of the ocean #photography #naturebeauty #OceanStateOfMind

Memories Worth Holding Onto #photography #blackandwhite #naturebeauty #OceanStateOfMind

Absent of light, the mind grows. Void of life, the heart grows. What heavy thorns we wear to cover our scars. Cover me in the words of the silent so I may feel the roots of the deep. Eyes closed, let the warm embrace echo through the hollows. Let the chains crack and the rust grow. #photography #mindsoup #OceanStateOfMind

Endless Days #photography #OceanStateOfMind

Gas Prices #gas #photography

The capturing of the light #photography

See the light #photography

Creation #photography

Strength #photography #blackandwhite

A walk through the neighborhood Adventures on the coast #photography #homes #streetphotography

Mysterious light #photography

Life's Necessities #photography

Creation above substance

#photography Creations

I am going to write a movie that opens on an ocean view in a medium close-up, with the camera facing the back of our central actor as he faces the ocean alone in his journey in search of acceptance and belonging.

If I am the tallest one in the room am I peacocking 🤔