this is just to say, i stood on the other side looking through the chain link fence, through the limestone block enclosure, toward the lake thinking of my james benning film which is also like abbas kiarostami's last film, with the barrier and the anonymous looker looking through, a fence, a balustrade, a crumbled sea wall, a window. one version lasts a whole day, without moving, all the birds and people who pass through the frame, and the continuous roar of traffic behind and out of frame. another version with the waves louder than 
the traffic, ah, the waves drowning cars, the camera planted at the mouth of the spring 
that feeds the swamp, before dawn, with the sun rising above the water and the birds awakening songs mingled with the calming crush of the waves.
this is just to say the film that will likely not be made.