Does it ever stop raining in Cork? Yes, it does. Now and then, inbetween the showers. While the clouds gather their strength, I run into the streets to catch the last bit of daylight. All the wet surfaces reflect the light beautifully.
I film the sidewalk, the carlights throw their beams over the tiles, people walk by. Legs, light, yellow leaves. A French woman asks me to remove her from my tape, “It is very important to me” she says in a soft voice. I wonder why. I don’t tell her I only caught the lower part of her legs on tape. I just nod and when she walks away I film the back of her head. Nobody except me will recognise her.
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