Shooting video
Looking around the campground, I noticed there were only two other campers here besides myself, which leads me to believe that all the people who were here when I got to the campground must've been here mostly for the bull riding.
Again, as yesterday, I walked up the rocky hill that one has to ascend to get out of the boondocking campground. By 7:30 AM, I was walking down the main street of Tombstone with the sole mission of taking more video of the town.
It was a great time to do it since the whole town was deserted. All the shops were closed at 7:30. That way, I could walk down the uneven board sidewalks, concentrating on keeping the camera steady and, at the same time, paying attention to the buckled boards that could send me flying face-first into a painful but at the same time graceful face plant. I ended up with 10 or 15 minutes of video, which I added to the video from yesterday; I will attempt to whittle it down to three or so minutes of somewhat watchable video.
These videos make me wonder if I really want to spend the many hours it takes to make them pretty and possibly win an Academy Award. Or continue to throw them together in an hour or two, making life much simpler for me than endlessly fussing over color correction. Should I shorten a scene by two seconds, and is this the right transition for these two clips?
The things you can do to a video to make it better are almost endless, and the talent to know what makes it better and what's just making it too long for anyone to stay interested in is not something I ever cared about learning. But like I've said before, I do need to keep my mind active, and challenges are a good way to keep your brain working. There are few things in life that will challenge your mental capabilities, like putting together a video from scratch.
Theboondork
A Tombstone story.
Walking down the dirt streets of Tombstone, a well-dressed lady named Lola Lace comes sashaying by. It's unclear whether she's a local schoolmarm or a fancy girl who works in a saloon, but in a town like Tombstone, where the men outnumber the women 10 to 1, nobody much cares.
Nearby, a cowboy named Rank is feeling frisky since he's just been paid by the ranch and has $2.85 in his pocket to show exactly what a whole week’s worth of hard, miserable, dangerous, sweaty labor is worth. He has noticed this rare female who moves like a bowl of Jell-O and smells better than his horse on a Saturday night and has decided to make his move—a move that hopefully doesn't include why all the ranch hands call him Rank.
Contact was made, and it was all smiles, especially when Rank learned that she really is the local schoolmarm and not that other thing. She spends her days teaching the local kids how to read, shoot, and butcher a cow. It was a match made in heaven because Rank can do all of those things already... except read.
So now they walk down the streets of Tombstone together, holding hands, shooting someone every now and then, and rustling a few heads of cattle on Ranks day off.
The End