Saturday, April 23, 2011
The roar is incredible, everyone rushes to the barriers. Beneath the woodland canopy two Siberian tigers begin to fight. They are huge and terrifying in action, rearing up eight feet tall. Their White, grey bodies like forest ghosts pale yellow stripes almost invisible. They circle and then again come together, a few children are crying everyone is tense. It is truly fearful to watch. I realize my daughter is tugging at me, she says, "this is boring" she wants to go see the baby goats again.
Posted by Studio Procter at 3:55 PM
Saturday, April 16, 2011
The wisteria has exploded, the scent is heavy, dense flowers buzz electric with hungry insects. Entranced strangers are drawn into the courtyard to bear witness. If you touch the engorged blossoms they instantly disintegrate and drop like pink snow. Im using way too many adjectives.
Posted by Studio Procter at 12:49 PM
Sunday, April 10, 2011
We drive far out of the city.
Strangest house, eighteen Peacocks patrol the gardens.
The shoot is fast, the team is perfect our young star is sixteen years old, one day she will be a legend.
Posted by Studio Procter at 1:04 PM