Cinematography and the Creative Process

In a city you don’t get to come face to face with nature. Tonight a hawk was perched on my balcony, asleep. I just sat, and watched it’s feathers blowing in the wind. The backdrop. The backdrop of my all to familiar 5 year view of a city sparse riverfront. 1 foot away I just sat and succumbed to it’s majesty, I praised God. It awoke after 5 minutes and looked at me. It’s beak was sharp and curved. And then it flew.