I’m getting ready to leave for the past – 1864 to be exact as I’m a Civil War Re-enactor. I have been since I was 16 and a friend came into class, handed me a permission slip and told me to have my mother sign it and that on Saturday I was going with her to Gettysburg to get something to wear. I had found a fascination in the American Civil War when I was 13 and going out to do this peaked my interest in a way the same way that dressing up for the Renaissance Faire or Wild West Re-enacting (which I also occasionally do) did. History fascinated me and I wanted to know every little detail from all sides of the story and every single person. I didn’t ask any questions. I was just excited. That’s how I came to join the Chesapeake Signal Detachment with the Provisional Army of the Confederate States (PACS).
Becky’s Adventures
Reflections on “Hitman Run”
Six years ago I embarked on a very interesting project. Take 48 hours, a genre drawn from a hat, and a required prop, character, and line of dialogue, and see what comes out. This is the 48 Hour Film Project, an international competition to see how quickly filmmakers can race against the clock to make a film.
“You Know, Your Cousin Works on CSI”, Or How I Finally Made it to California
My mother has this story that she likes to tell where I’m three years-old and I’m sitting on the front porch of our house in sub-urban Baltimore with suitcase waiting for a cab to come down the street and whisk me away to the airport. When the neighbor asked where I was going, my response was a simple, one word place. “Califorja”, which roughly translated from three years-old me to mean “California”. I’m unsure why I was heading there, but I can only surmise that I wanted to be in Hollywood and that I had seen so many movies where you catch cabs when they come down the street and that was what I was doing. Needless to say, I didn’t make it the airport that day. Apparently I became angry with the neighbor when he asked if I needed a ride. I don’t try to pretend I understand the workings of a three years-old me.
Sleep Deprivation…48 Hours….
What do you get when you hand an aspiring film maker, a random genre, a character, a prop and a line of dialogue and say, “Make a film. You have 48 hours.”? The answer is one of the toughest film competitions I can imagine. And this is what I did over a week ago…though it feels like it was yesterday.
Continue readingThere and Back Again
So, I’ve not been very good at updating…which is honestly not surprising. Not at all considering that I’ve got an enormous amount of schoolwork to do this semester, a show that is taking up all of my free time and a part-time job. Yeah. Not surprising to anyone that I haven’t been good about updating or talking about my plans.
Well, in case you haven’t already gathered, Geoff, Esther and I went to the U.K. to visit Chelsea. It’s a trip that we started planning back in August when Chelsea left for school. It finally came and so, here I am updating about my trip. Sorry this is super long.
Here we go!
Twists and Turns Photography 