946 Changing Scenes

With everyone else going their separate ways, Sammy and I were left to our own devices. Two feet apart dawdling aimlessly around in each other's company without much to really say. 

I went to coast along the perimeter of where the next scene was being prepped; get a sense of what to expect for Chester on his next fling into the fray. A spray of leaves here, a bundle of twigs there, with big, looming trees positioned against the backdrop while set dressers ran amok clearing and sweeping up any bits of unwanted flora. 

And honestly, for a scene supposedly being a focal point of the whole shoot, it doesn't seem to have quite much actually going for it other than the equivalent of an excellent picnic spot. 

But I guess it wasn't about what was in the scene, but who was, and when viewed under that context… then, yeah, sure… less was definitely more.