Last year Michael and I put thousands of miles on our car. I can't tell you exactly how many miles because the odometer stopped working partway through. It's not about miles, anyway, but what those miles contain: forests with giant tress, deserts with fierce windstorms, moonrises and megalopolises, looming factories and golden fields.
We didn't know where we were going. Even when we thought we did, we didn't. We were always surprised at what we found. The quality of dappled light. The colors of the rocks. The smoke in the forest.
We didn't know what we were doing with video either. We just tried as best as we could to keep the camera steady and pointed at the beauty. We could have taken more shots. We could have cleaned the windshield more often. This is what we got.