On Friday I made, almost made, a third little film in the current crop. But then I got it home and I fucked it up in the edit by being too quick to delete some of the source files.

You’ll have to take my word for the fact that it was utterly brilliant.

There are three things salvaged from the wreck.

The thumbnail:

The data:

There are a number of alt-canon paths for the eastern approach to Heron Pond, and which one I take on any given day is just a matter of mood, and the mud. The public more-visible path is about an hour in time and four-ish miles in length. The hidden one is closer to five miles, and fifteen more minutes. Either way is better than fine.

The sooth:

Stupidly wrecking the film is, ultimately, something I can forgive myself for.

Because, all that aside, I DID walk, ten thousand whole steps in one sunshine go.

“Good boy”.