Film, good rich grain, fading to black and white, fading to ombre fog, rising to hillside crest framed almost identically, tousled head disappearing into the distance over the edge of focus, reopening from second fog to pathway trod of living passage at the end of which, long in the distance as it becomes a thread to the eye, scene re-opens in a dark room, sun flitting through the whisps of the same tousled head, as the door to the story opens hovering, wrapped in the place not wake, not sleep.
This "is" Rob~ wonderful.
