Got woken up at 6.12am this morning by one of the crew, letting us know that there was some major activity going on in the rig build. Shit – it’s come to being woken up by the crew and told to get up…… ooops. Managed to get out and film them lowering the rig floor into place, looked pretty good, too. Few major characters starting to develop on camera as well – particularly a couple of very young and cocky junior riggers, in their mid twenties, who are well keen to be on camera and are always acting up and pissing around – ideal characters in fact. (Tommy and Robby: see attached character sheet.)
Wasn’t lent the use of a car today (dunno know whether this coincides with us getting it stuck yesterday – supposedly not, although I have my doubts) which meant we wasted loads of time trying to blag our way out to the lake to film the surveyors or the hydrologist checking ice depth on the runway which is an important element of our B story. While waiting around for our lift, we watched an immense sunrise – the whole sky went from green and grey blue, to bright blue as half the vast incandescent orange sun rose ever so slowly over the horizon. At first it was just a thin line shimmering through a haze across an ocean of rippling ice. Within half an hour it was huge. We watched a flock of grounded ice chickens (as I call them) which appeared from nowhere, sit and watch the sunrise with us. (They’re actually called Turmagens and they’re kind of cute the way they fluff up their feathers to keep warm and wander round in sociable little groups.)
Had a successful afternoon, after blagging a lift out to the lake in the back of the surveyor’s pick up. Got whizzed around, skiing on the back of their skidoo trailer, (camera on for POV shots) and interviewing them as they laid out the runway and drilled the lake to take measurements. Then managed to cadge a lift in the hydrologist’s rolligon, before he palmed me off on Bobbie, the ice building supervisor. Felt a bit like a hot potato (something to do with the camera?), the surveyors probably the only ones who wanted me around, but got some good shots of the hydrologist, too as he stalked through the thick fog wielding a high pressure hot water hose, that constantly steamed like a wand of smoke. The rolligon it was attached to slowly rolling along behind him like some kind of tame dragon on a lead emerging out of the fog. Vapour from the half frozen slush rose from the freshly flooded, frozen lakes’ surface. Bluebird drillers loomed in and out of the fog in the back ground. Amazingly atmospheric.
Got some shots of Bobbie watching worried in the foreground – he’s very friendly but genuinely seems a bit distracted by this famous scientist turning up to check his floating ice runway – normally he enjoys being filmed, he said.
Had to cut the filming short because poor Ivy (my camera) got steamed up on the inside of her lens) and was forced to head back to camp.
Sam, my AP (assistant producer) joked he was worried I’m going nuts, because I’d started referring to Ivy as a person. (Although, actually, cabin fever, depression etc seem a million miles away. I’m loving it here and the program’s going well.)
Watched another Ep. of Vincent - OK.
Beat Sam at chess.
Wasn’t lent the use of a car today (dunno know whether this coincides with us getting it stuck yesterday – supposedly not, although I have my doubts) which meant we wasted loads of time trying to blag our way out to the lake to film the surveyors or the hydrologist checking ice depth on the runway which is an important element of our B story. While waiting around for our lift, we watched an immense sunrise – the whole sky went from green and grey blue, to bright blue as half the vast incandescent orange sun rose ever so slowly over the horizon. At first it was just a thin line shimmering through a haze across an ocean of rippling ice. Within half an hour it was huge. We watched a flock of grounded ice chickens (as I call them) which appeared from nowhere, sit and watch the sunrise with us. (They’re actually called Turmagens and they’re kind of cute the way they fluff up their feathers to keep warm and wander round in sociable little groups.)
Had a successful afternoon, after blagging a lift out to the lake in the back of the surveyor’s pick up. Got whizzed around, skiing on the back of their skidoo trailer, (camera on for POV shots) and interviewing them as they laid out the runway and drilled the lake to take measurements. Then managed to cadge a lift in the hydrologist’s rolligon, before he palmed me off on Bobbie, the ice building supervisor. Felt a bit like a hot potato (something to do with the camera?), the surveyors probably the only ones who wanted me around, but got some good shots of the hydrologist, too as he stalked through the thick fog wielding a high pressure hot water hose, that constantly steamed like a wand of smoke. The rolligon it was attached to slowly rolling along behind him like some kind of tame dragon on a lead emerging out of the fog. Vapour from the half frozen slush rose from the freshly flooded, frozen lakes’ surface. Bluebird drillers loomed in and out of the fog in the back ground. Amazingly atmospheric.
Got some shots of Bobbie watching worried in the foreground – he’s very friendly but genuinely seems a bit distracted by this famous scientist turning up to check his floating ice runway – normally he enjoys being filmed, he said.
Had to cut the filming short because poor Ivy (my camera) got steamed up on the inside of her lens) and was forced to head back to camp.
Sam, my AP (assistant producer) joked he was worried I’m going nuts, because I’d started referring to Ivy as a person. (Although, actually, cabin fever, depression etc seem a million miles away. I’m loving it here and the program’s going well.)
Watched another Ep. of Vincent - OK.
Beat Sam at chess.
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