Draft Production Strategy

I will be venturing around the UWM campus located on Kenwood and Downer Ave. in Milwaukee Wisconsin. This particular area seems promising because there is so much going on around campus. I will choose to focus on the east side of campus moving inward. This will consist of venturing throughout Mitchell Hall, passing the fountain near the library, and heading into the union. I will limit my light capturing activities by limiting the time of day I will go on my trek. In fact, I will be going on my trek at night so that I only catch the surrounding lights of the campus, which may make it difficult to see some things, but it in doing so, it will set a mood for the trek and lighting. I will limit the sound capturing activities by focusing on specific sounds in an isolated area. I will do this by making sure that there is not a lot of background noise affecting my recordings. The relationship between image and sound will be focused on complimenting each other and will fit together as if you were in that spot and that very time when very the final products.

Curiosity Three

3.) When I was venturing around the beach, I found this old wood platform submerged in the water. I wonder what it is or was?
Plausible Causes: It seems this area has so much history. Just walking along the beach you see so many sea shells suggest “old life” in a way to me. Near them, this wooden platform lay, rotting. I’d like to know what it is. Maybe this area use to not be so closed off to the rest of the world. There’s a possibility that it use to be a very popular place where friends and family would gather and have good times.

Curiosity Two

Why was that man walking around and eventually sitting in this area? Is this something he does often? And if so, is there a reason he comes to this spot on the beach?
Plausible Causes: I wonder if that chair means something to this old man. I wonder what he carries in his bag and if it ties into why he comes to this spot. I wonder if the beach takes him back in time. I want to know what his story is because it seems very interesting.

Curiosity One

I wonder how many people and how often they come to this deserted area of the beach?
Plausible Causes: I’m interested in knowing how many different people and different types of people come to this area of the beach. There seems to be so much left behind, almost marks left behind as if to say, I was here. For example, the chair and the empty fire pit. Also there is some graffiti near by. Maybe this spot is a meeting spot for old friends, or possibly a hang out spot for a group of kids.

Recalled Place,.. Person,.. Situation

4.4.07
On my second Trek, I broke free of the wooded trail I was heading down toward the beach on. As I did, I captured a breathe of the fresh beach like air. I turned to my right as I was discovering this new atmosphere and I saw a white chair positioned around an old bon fire pit. I walked up to this area and found that a whole story had taken place here that I had no idea about. It was a life outside my own. At a certain time at this very place people had gathering to sit by the water’s edge and have a couple drinks. As I try to put together in my mind what had happened that night, the stories they told, the laughs they shared, I found a spot of red on the white chair. My mind began to wander. I thought, maybe it was something good that happened here. I thought maybe someone had found and it was blood on the chair, or I suppose it could have been paint. When I thought about those possibilities it led me to believe maybe it wasn’t a group of people at all. Maybe, it was just one person, drinking alone at night next to a dying fire and gazing out over the lake. Maybe they were sad. Maybe they’re story would have been the most fascinating of all but I would never know it. I then begin to think that so much could have happened around this fire pit and white chair. In this one spot, so much history presented itself; so many possibilities.
As I finished taking my pictures in that area, I turned to venture down the beach. As I turned and I saw a man approaching me. The beach was deserted excepted for the two of us. He was older, a little dirty, and he was holding a bag of something. For a slight minute, I felt the fear of not knowing what would happen next run throughout my body. I began walking towards him and he towards me. The closer we got, the faster my heart beat. We were now within hands reach of each other. I nodding at said hello. He quietly mumbled hello back and continued walking pass me.
I found a new place I want to photograph and I began doing so. I was looking around me when I caught the white chair in the distance again. This time however, the white chair was occupied by the man I had passed earlier. He sat there with his bag in hand sitting in the chair, which he had moved closer to the water. He starred out into the lake as the breeze caught his hair. It made me wonder, was this his first time sitting in this chair, or was he part of the history I had thought about earlier?