That’s it! It’s already over. Having watched nine films (somehow!), slept a collective 10 hours all weekend and managed to see everyone that I love and miss in Columbia, I’m heading home. Goodbye, Missouri. Thank you, T/F, for being you — irresistible, challenging, exciting, hilarious, unique and so very welcoming to a fest volunteer alum.
(That last shot… remember when I got married there?? Wow.)
Columbia, Missouri.
Providence Rd., Columbia, Missouri.
So I love gritty… it’s fascinating, beautiful, grotesque and everywhere. I’m considering doing a project similar to Edward Burtynsky‘s style (I first saw his work in Manufactured Landscapes, which showed at a past T/F fest)– waste, scale, the gritty remains of our living like we do every single day. The compelling part is the vastness and the patterns that arise out of our consumption.
Onesy!
T/F box office, Columbia, Missouri.
The parade was delayed (partly because we had to block off the streets ourselves in order to march), so I arrived at Reality Bites in time for all the food to be already on everyone’s plates. Happy munching! I myself tasted my first gooey butter cake in a long time…
Missouri Theatre, Columbia, Missouri.
The fest kicks off officially with the March March, a parade of costumes, signs, balloons… lumberjacks and werewolves! It’s a fun rush that usually has more photographers than spectators (especially this year, as rain poured for the whole half hour parade)… which is usually the case with any parade near the JSchool…
I was really impressed with how many took to the streets despite their clothes, shoes, instruments and dogs getting completely soaked!
Columbia, Missouri.