Camera pointed almost straight up from the pilot’s footwell of a junkyard Bell Huey helicopter. Full moon, Ultramarine and lime-set Protomachines flashlight, 39-seconds.
Just after 1AM on a drought night in an abandoned Delta farmhouse, overrun with small animals and birds looking for a cool spot to nest. I could hear them chattering and scurrying about while I clomped around the house for 20 minutes, balancing my lighting. Unfortunately, none of these animals were housebroken.
“Hey Dave, what’s under that tarp?” “It’s an old jukebox, filled with ’70s rock, man. We used to PARTY listening to that thing, back in the day.” A 1964 Wurlitzer 2800, for you purists. Protomachines flashlight in total darkness.