Many of the actions and expressions captured in my camera of Lily were one-take
shots that were most valuable in the skits I was able to develop into meaningful
humor. Some of these skits were conceived while traveling, but most of them
were developed later based on the material I had.
Further takes were made later to complete the story, such as the beach party
skit while in the tent, that was shot in the backyard at home. Some shots
of Lily caught during our traveling could only be simple dumb luck.
All filming locations were, of course, open to both me and my canine companion.
That makes it easier to select what I see and not see. If Lily can't go there,
neither do I. There's not enough time to see everything anyway.
Excuse me for being sentimental, but those who own or owned dogs will understand.
Lily died on New Years Eve, 2007, at the age of 16. I loved her dearly. If
dogs don't go to heaven, it wouldn't be heaven. If dogs don't go to heaven,
then they never really exist, except as manifestations of God sent down here
to teach us how to love. |