A new short film that continues the saga of small forest creeks. For me this place is magical, and I come here as often as I can (but not too often) to heal and strengthen my sould and body. It's a wild place where trees fall and die naturally, where brown trouts live, and where you can see so many boulders that were brought here thousands of kilometers from the north during the last ice age.
Recorded in December 2019.
Soundtrack: A Magical Place (2019, unreleased).
"Time" is a short film about a small creek, forest, autumn, and life.
Music and video footage by Martynas Jocius (me).
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A week ago, as if by accident, there were favorable circumstances to start working on one planned long-term creative project. I packed my coffee and camera into my backpack and went for a few hours to a small beautiful creek where I was hoping to start filming a small documentary on Lithuanian trout (Salmo trutta fario).
The trip was a complete failure in terms of the goals set, but absolutely magical compared to what was actually going on.
Sun and warm wind is back for a few days. A good time to explore some wild places with the family. We say hi to this small beautiful insect.
"Pine Seed", a draft generative loop for a new song.
Small waters are a habitat for often rare and mysterious animals. This tiny stream might be one of the last places where nearly extinct species of mayflies or stoneflies live, or it may be the home for only healthy species. You never know unless you start exploring and paying attention.
I've recorded this short video clip while visiting one small stream today, and it played well with "Biodiversity" song that I plan to release some time in the future. Hopefully soon.
We can only hear Eurasian nuthatch, great tit and blue tit beeping in the branches. Some woodpecker is pruning a tree. Middle of the autumn. Many bird species are gone. But a camera with macro lenses does not allow me falling deep into personal thougths. We are scanning the forest together with my little doughter. We are looking for something small and interesting. Tiny mushrooms growing on old trees. Snails, spiders, flies. And we find this little spider web holding beautiful drops of mist. It's only a centimeter wide, but it looks almost alien when magnified. She urges me to go further.
When I was a child I was determined to become a biologist. It was a true dream. I was working hard for years, every weekend going on foot to explore the beautiful forest on the outskirts of my city, in any weather conditions. There were no unread books on any subject in biology both at the school and city libraries, and I was hunting valuable new books on any subject in biology at the bookstores at that time.
One day when I was about 17 years old, I found a few books on bugs at a local bookstore. That was an insane success. These books have been following me through difficult and bright times to these days. Not only to teach me about bugs (I still know almost nothing about them), but to remind and inspire me to take action on what is important to me now.