ABSTRACT
My friend is very sick – she has terminal cancer. She lives in Sydney, and she’s 35 years old. I’m lying on my back on the green grass at the edge of a football field, camera-inhand, to make her a video of autumn leaves. Underneath a maple tree, the sky is a pattern of red and yellow falling out of blue. My still, silent body is carried away by wind and light, as leaves scatter my thoughts across time and place.
