Shawn Builds a Springtime Shed - for under $500 bucks!

Well, at least that's the planned budget...let's see if he stays within it.

The fact that we got all the metal roofing material as leftover SWAG from the last film we did should help...:)

It sure is pretty. And such a lovely day to be out working, (or taking pics and not working)!

Our Neighbors en Francais

These are our neighbors here in France, they're really friendly, and they don't talk incessantly about the "great war". They'll eat all the sucre you've got, straight out of your pockets and leave you needing a shower...but their english is impeccable and there is no language barrier what- so-ever. We love them and think the feeling is mutual, and we are making a special stop at the apple orchard tomorrow on the way to their place. A little cider for us...plusiers pomme pours les chevalles.

O.K. so I'm a horse nut for those of you who don't know it already...and I'm freaking because the Normandie Horse Show is here, (St Lo) 2 weekends, and it the biggest equine event in France! SO psyched...forget this movie...what movie? photos des chevalles to come...

Vache E Poisson

I really don't know where to

 begin folks...Normandie is one of the loveliest places I've ever been. The people are amazingly kind and helpful, the rolling fields are full of the richest green grass, which seems to grow the plumpest chevalles and most "belles" vaches, ever! Big mauve colored geese families, strut about flowery fields and dip into ponds live with giant poisson. 

Huge ancient trees  sleep in forests primeval, where ivy-covered  chapel

s and stone greenhouses topped with leaded glass, crumble beneath the ferns.

Restauranteurs serve huge buckets of creamy Cotentin Penisula mussels and make you sop up the sauce with a baguette which earlier in the day was "bungeed" to the back of a bicycle...and you sit around for 5 hours drinking wine and calvados with butter dripping down your arms, all the while nestled inside of a giant apple cider barrel turned 

into a restaurant booth.

The high gothic churches tower over the tiny villages and on Friday or Saturdays, local markets jump with people shopping their way through tables, piled with olives, fruit, bread, fish, crustaceans, meats and cheese. And on Sundays the church bell out your window rings with dissonant chords for an hour, demanding that you wake and pay attention, and get yourself off to church. 

After waking you wander down to find a real croissant waiting for you and hop in your compact diesel car to zip off to the coast where French Trotters are racing at the seaside hippodome. At the races you eat giant grilled sausages seved on baquette with moutarde, frites and no plates. There seems to be so much less waste here, and people have less...yet more...to me, so much more. More grass, more quiet, more politeness, more old stone houses, more bicycles, more sheep, more bakeries, more wine and more time.....ahhh more time.

Speaking of time...

...making a movie on French time...well, that's a whole other story, and those of you in the film business would be in for a shocker, and the faint of heart...well, I wouldn't even try. Wow! challenges at EVERY turn when it comes to this job. Too many to mention on 4 hours sleep, but as I said, the horses here are amazing, and their babies wobbling in the pastures are the most precious things I've laid eyes on. 

Photo Managment in France and a 1st look at my place

Hi All, 

Yes, I did get a new camera and I LOVE it! It's the Panasonic Luminex. I gave up the better macro features, (a bit of a bummer for me Michelle, I'll might miss really great flower prOn) for the 10x zoom in a compact, which is really great for me on this job. I love the clean, sleek design and it's taking really nice pictures. It's proving easy to travel with too.

So, Jeri said in a comment from my first post form France, "We need pictures, many many pictures" and Nathan said "rub our noses in it" and he's already really jealous, (which is nice) so I have a qurey regarding images and uploading for you all...

What is the best way for me to manage and upload photos and albums of this trip? A lot of the pictures I'll be taking are work related and will soon be deleted (and never uploaded), but I'll have a lot of great, personal and scenic stuff mixed in that I want to separate out and upload to my blog or online album or something. I'm on a Mac, and am using iphoto and gmail now, but to upload to my blog seems so slow, one image at a time.

You know I'm new to the bloggisphere...so help is appreciated...keep it simple for me and have at it! Thanks!

Oh, BTW check out the first view of my B&B at 10PM...what's up with that? It stays light SO late. The church, (Fr: eglise) in the background is St. Mere Eglise. WWII buffs will know it as the place the paratrooper, John Steele hung from the spire all night after dropping down for D-Day landings before cutting himself down to join in the d'embarquement battles, (depicted in Zanuck's 60's movie, The Longest Day with John Wayne). NOW A stone statue of a paratrooper hangs on the other side of the spire, (out of view) with a real parachute, billowing in the Norman sky.

Normandie - First Post

Oh my. I have arrived! Oh my.

Travel went incredibly smoothly, and I'll take that as a good omen for the job to come, (fingers crossed behind back). But no matter how the job goes, I'm in France, I'm in France, I have new French underpants (sort of, but I bought them at a mall in the U.S. before I left)!

I've really needed to keep pinching myself over and over on this one for the last few days...I barley comprehend the sudden turn of events in my life, my work, my life...in any case, as far as I can tell through the travel-induced haze,...I'm in Normadie, France about to embark on a really scary-looking movie job. Yikes!

So tired. So tired...yet So completely in awe of my current surroundings. And made all the more surreal by the sudden onset of this job. One week ago, "not-hubby" was in NY looking to lock in a job that would take us to within blocks of the fabled LM, Nathan Gendzier for the entire summer...and now, a week later, here I am... lying in bed in the dark, (after 17 hours of travel) having made it to my room upstairs in the little stone B&B, in St. Mere Eglise, France. I am just a few miles from Utah and Omaha beaches, and can faintly smell cowshit coming in over the pastoral countryside and through the tiny single skylight above my head. Wow.

I barely know what time it is, but it's late (GMT?, Paris time??? internally-EST???)!

Our movie, (more details to come after tomorrows first meeting in the early a.m.) is about a particular corps of paratroopers who held an important bridge (La Fiere) over the flooded Meredet River, and took back the few surrounding towns, (one of them, the town I'm in right now - St Mere Eglise) on D-Day plus 3, June 9th 1944, despite horrible communications and reconnaissance failures. WWII buffs, (or barley "buffs") should know about these paratrooper missions pre and post D-Day, that took place all over this part of Normandy, thus allowing the amphibious landings on the beaches, their foothold in Europe. Think, Band of Brothers (on a smaller budget).

Anyway, much more to say about it all, but I MUST sleep.

Final note though: The actual Manor House that was held by Germans, and then taken back in this " Battle of La Fiere", is the actual B&B from which I now write my blog and will live for the next 3 months! And I swear it could still be 1944 by the looks of everything! Amazing!

Bon Nuit.

Friday Cat Blogging

Look how Hazel snuggles up next to Camper.

Awwwww so cute!

O.K. Nathan, I get it.

Viable Post

Tonight my dog was looking at me...I mean straight at me. More than usual. It was, in fact, weird. I took it for the prescient powers that only the "Florida Brown Dog" exhibits i.e:

–When he knows before you do, that you're thinking of going on a run, (but you haven't even gotten up off the couch to get your sneakers on, and you're probably going to crap out and not even run anyway)....he's there...I mean WAY there. He's ready to go. He's bouncing 3 feet in the air by the door.

–Or when you think to yourself about going out on your boat cuz it's a really nice day, but you haven't even moved away from your bowl of Rice Crispies yet...he's gone...I mean gone...already slinked deep into the garage, so as not to be noticed and risk reliving his one and only boat trip which REALLY did not go well for any of us, (humans and dogs would all agree). Basically if you're on a boat trip you want to stay in the boat, at least for the very fast portion of the trip when you're tearing across the bay...and if you do choose to disembark, it's good to not aim you little body directly into the 150 hp engine and prop. –Just something for folks, (human and canine) to consider.

In short my special breed of dog, known as a Florida Brown, has special powers.

Tonight when he looked at me, I thought he said something in French. I thought he said "I like staying at your folks place when you're on a job, they feed me a lot of table scraps". Not really too far fetched.

His tongue was really lolling about as he said all this this. His jaw was flapping, he was actually foaming at the mouth. Actually foaming and waving his paws about his face. Hmmm–trying to tell me something, something cryptic, something...French? I mean, this dog is amazing!

So, I moved closer to him...I crawled over to his bed and leaned in...

O.K. turns out, what he was trying to tell me was, "mom, I ate a piece of wood this evening and I don't know why, but it's uncommonly and painfully jammed between my lower teeth and I really need some assistence. Help".

O.K., so my dog doesn't have special powers. But he is a my Florida Brown, and I'm really going to miss him while I'm away. And, I got the jammed stick out of his teeth.

Not a great picture of a Florida Brown 

(Taken with the built in camera of the new MacBook that I just bought today! Yay!)