We start slow and end fast. My time in Maine draws to a close. My heart sings for New Mexico but I need to appreciate where I am. I return to the same spot again and again, building small packages and searching for those layered moments. Maximum shooting time for this film, the stills anyway, was no more than five minutes. I mix lenses and filters and steal what I can with limited time. The pace of life increases. I dream Honda dreams and my mind wanders to the remote places of the future. My journal fills. Pages turn.