Fog has a curious effect on cinema. On the one hand, it precludes the production of those images that seem artificial, on account of their sharpness. On the other, the mist gives each frame a mysteriously narrative quality. The joy of watching the sea and the beach under a blanket of mist allows eluding the world of the quotidian, to suspect the beauty of the uncertain and unstable
Sunday afternoon at Las Heras Park. People and dogs pass by, and others enjoy while seated. It’s serene. It is a happy time. The film tries to share that afternoon under the linden trees, which are the most protective.
On a quiet winter afternoon, the sale made with his tripod to film the sunset at sea. She films calmly enjoying the colors of the sunset and the sound of the water, she watches the dogs that come and go, when something unexpected dislodges her from her reverie and perhaps from the place of director of this film.
