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Pancakes.

The sun was setting as we made our way home, south to Massachusetts. We whizzed past this smoke stack that looked interesting in a valley off the right side of the highway. I decided to “quickly” get off the highway for one last run. Most of the times I get off I end up backtracking a half-hour for nothing. But this mill was pretty close, easy to find and I wasn’t done shooting. We found a road that went up a bluff so we could face the west and down to a paper mill. Clover was totally over it before we even arrived. We hopped out and hiked down a little ravine to a sweet spot overlooking the valley. It was cold as shit, which sucked, but it smelled like fresh maple syrup, which was awesome. Clover said “I’m going down there for some pancakes.” Funny. We shot for about 20 minutes, some video, some stills. Time to go, we were shivering. 

This trip wasn’t as fruitful as the last, but it had its moments. It was more frustrating than fun but I gotta keep pushing it. We’re starting to build some solid material. Shooting in the cold and dark of winter is not my favorite, hers either. So where to next? South. Who know, right now I just need heat, home, bed…