Led back there

Nostalgia hasn't really been my thing for a while now, preferring to live in the moment or to dream/daydream about the future, but today in trying to decide on what kind of film opening design I want for my project, I started watching some things by Tarkovsky and also from Ingmar Bergman.  Now, you know that these two are some of the few directors living or dead whom I have any interest in, so why not start from there?  I am sure that the end result will wind up looking exactly like most of my other work- minimal and perhaps just a little cold, with a hint of the personal touch.

Sorry, I was speaking about nostalgia- not prompted by the continued reading of Proust (yes, still the sixth book, I am sorry to say) but rather by the final scene from Ingmar Bergman's "Wild Strawberries".  I remember so vividly watching on a saturday evening (on public television) the dreamlike sequences unfold, and though I was but a teenager at the time who should not have chasing pop culture and girls (and now with two decades having somehow passed), I had more than an empathy for the main character Isak.  Perhaps it was just sentiment, perhaps it was the clarity in black and white, perhaps it was the longing (my own) for a time and place which will never return except in a dream.

By myself, I can see these visions too, and as it gets later and darker these evenings, even these daytimes, my imaginings also take a turn for the worse.  Sometimes, an anchor in one's life is really a good thing- in so far as it is a good one, not just any run of the mill person who came along and who could replace or be replaced by the next one.