Monday, February 22, 2010

Cinematography

Last weekend, I went to Belle Isle to film my assignment for Cinematography. I went to Belle Isle because they are the only ones that I know with a flouring garden during the winter. My assignment was to film botanical gardens, cornfields, and evergreen hedges. All of my shots had to be condensed to one minute, including day and night shots.

When I arrived around 5pm to the green house. I asked the caretaker if I could record inside the greenhouse for a school assignment. He asked me for what school my assignment was, for what and if I would be done with in 30 minutes. I said yes because I though if I said no, he would not allow me to stay at all.

After recording a couple of plants, he comes around and says I got 10 minutes left. I said to myself, “wow, you are serious.” I try to finish my last shot as soon as I can. Once I was done, I went around to see what else I could shoot while looking out for the old man. I was able to record the palm tree and quickly ran into the room where all the orchids where at.

I sat down on a bench as I tried to get away from the guy. I began to put everything away, but than I saw this perfect shot. Right when I was about to record, the guy finds me and tells me my time is up. At that time, my camera was beside me turned off so I tell him that I am not recording anymore. I figured if he saw I was not recording, he would leave me alone and let me finish looking around. I was wrong.

After I told him I was not recording, he tells me I have to leave. I say okay and get my stuff. As I am walking, I’m thinking of what a jerk he was for not letting me finish. He walked me out and I politely thanked. Wright when I walked through the gate, I was about to cuss him out in my head, but then I saw him close the gates. I realized the place was closing and that he was not kicking me out. I felt stupid afterwards. Good think I never opened my mouth. That is why I never say anything negative about someone because you never know when it can come back and haunt you.

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