My critic showed up this morning before heading out to shoot.
This is a frame pulled from from one of today's shots (no color correction). Utah Beach.
First day shooting in Rouen, in a plague cemetery. Cemetery isn't really the right word, it was more of a pit for hundreds of bodies to decompose.
In a city this old, everything been repurposed over and over again for centuries. So of course this place is now an art school.
(added: here's a photo)
Part of the new film I'm making takes place in rural Pennsylvania, where the tank commander owned a dairy. Scrapple country. Sausage of my forebears. The joke is you're not supposed to ask how it's made.