Day 19 and we wished Otavalo, Acoma, and our new friends at APAK a bittersweet goodbye. Next time we sleep we will be in Puembo. First stop: Condor Park. Everyone was psyched to see the condors and raptors. We pulled…
When describing the production process, almost everyone leaves out the best part: the showing. Following a four-day whirlwind of production with APAK (that also includes pre and post), we were exhausted yet all too ready to showcase our creations for…
As a filmmaker, I have been on dozens of sets in my day. Never, however, have I gotten the opportunity to assist on a set in an entirely different language. I had the amazing opportunity to help APAK, the Asociation…
A free day, Saturday was. Slept late, the students did. A new hope, they had. A cow tied to a tree, in a park, there was. Squealing, I heard. A phantom menace, was this? Guinea pigs in bag, then,…
During my very short time as an amateur haggler in the Otavalo market, I’ve seen patterns in the paths that one’s shopping interactions take. Here are a few designations that I’ve either seen happen or experienced myself. The Pacifier Succumbing…
Despite an unusually early start to the day, there was a palpable excitement in the dining area as everyone rushed to get on the bus to head over to APAK for a jam-packed day of filming. Even with everyone’s hurry…
Today was quite the adventure, as it marked the day that we had to film with APAK. We started the day off with an early breakfast followed by a tumultuous bus ride. As we met with our fellow film crew,…
Just kidding, it’s only 3 people!* The morning started off great, but then everything went boom (haha. Get it?) (for those of you not in the ~biz~ the boom is the long pole a microphone is hung from during shooting)….
Day 14 on this trip and we are well on our way to creating our second videos with APAK. So far this trip has been a whirlwind of constant moving, traveling and experiencing new and exciting adventures so I have…
The knives are sharp, And the workshop is cold, I hear the chiseling of wood, And wonder if I’ll ever be mold. Will I be a bird, free to fly forever, A cabin in the woods, quiet and discreet,…
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