It was 2021, almost a year to the day since the world stopped, that my international filming career finally started.
I found myself on the other side of the world. Deep in the high Andean cloud forest.
The forest was enveloped in a perpetual mist. The dampness clinging as we travelled through cloud.
Shapes and colours muted and softened, an other world.
And through the mist, a glimpse, a blur of motion.
Hovering effortlessly as if suspended by some unseen force.
Iridescent colours that shift and shimmer
Every so often a break in the clouds would hint at the expanse of forest that surrounded us.
And then, overlooking the lush forest, Matt’s words hit me: “I hope it’s still around for my kids.”
We can’t leave only memories.
