A long, slow afternoon walk through this ancient Nordic capitol.
It is midsummer here, but it feels like Florida in early winter.
Delicious, soft and chill.
Wonderful smells, heavenly coffee.
Watching, wandering, dreaming — intermingled with concentration, consternation and construction.
A day of rest and reflection. And progress.
Just read a perfect script for our next short film. Crafted with lightning speed for me by a woman I have known her entire adult life, and who I adore for her brilliance, soul and constant struggle with conflict.
It’s her story applied with subtle genius to a current event, linking what was, what became of things and where it’s headed.
Her words run deep and pure, chilling and exhilarating. From the moment I found a path for the work, I knew she should write it, and that her feelings would provide the backbone.
She’s a mother, a photographer, a traveller and a writer. English is her fourth or fifth language… and more are in line after that. I know three languages, but we really only overlap in my native tongue. I can only imagine how she sounds in hers. Someday, perhaps, I’ll find a way to get there. It would be a dream.
Northern Europe. Another place I feel home.
This week, we are creating multiple pieces in Estonia covering the Song and Dance Celebration. Check in on Twitter (@billfrakes), Instagram (@billfrakes) and the blog for updates and sneak looks at the final projects.