Yesterday morning was rainy, but the sky never busted open. And by the time we were shooting, the rain had stopped completely. Still, the crew was letting the weather influence the mood.

We’re now smack in the middle of the shoot. The doldrums. There’s a routine. We know it. We do what we have to do. Our speed of shooting might actually be hurting us in some ways. We now expect to be finished by 2pm (the days are always scheduled all the way to sunset). When we aren’t, it hurts. Of course, the only reason we aren’t always done by then is because we’ve been doubling up on shots. It’s working. We had last Sunday and today (Tuesday) off, in addition to the regular Thursdays.

Yesterday the crew started breaking for lunch when there were still two shots to go. Joel and Christine had to corral everyone away from the lunchtable and back onto ‘the rig’. “C’mon, guys,” Joel says. “Just two more shots and then we eat.” General groans.

Read more (and more photos)…Monday we were back at the Erickson farm. My camera was out of commission, or I would’ve gotten some great shots of us pushing one mule of a 1940’s Ford truck up a hill. We completed a majority of actor Robert Monger’s shots (he plays Andy, Eric’s friend). He had to go at 11am, so it was a sprint to the finish. We went a little over, but got him to stay so we could get it done.

Yesterday it was back to Capitol Forest — for many of the ‘Eric and Todd on the lam’ shots. I didn’t feel very participatory. Early on I left the action to go change film:

And then when we were on the rig, I ended up driving ‘the frog’ behind everyone:

Even as the initial excitement wears off, I’m still happy to be out here in beautiful Washington state making a movie. (I’m learning tons about filmmaking. Hopefully soon I’ll have a post about everything I’ve learned working with the Aaton XTR camera.) It’s all going by so fast.

Like any collective effort, there are the intensive friendships and sense of common purpose. It’s going to be a major bummer when it’s over. The family is formed and it’s one that for the most part gets along. A fleeting thing, but while it lasts, for this labor and this comradeship I am thankful.