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LENSES FILTERS
FILMMAKING NOTES

Cinematography is the art of manipulating light and shadow, and capturing it as a moving image.

CINEMATOGRAPHY – SHOTS AND CAMERA ANGLES

QUESTIONS TO ASK:
-What is the best viewpoint for filming this position of the event?
-How much area should be included in this shot?

SCENE defines the place or setting where the action is laid
SHOT defines a continuous view filmed by one camera without
interruptionSEQUENCE A series of scenes or shots complete in itself.

TYPES OF CAMERA ANGLES
OBJECTIVE – The audience point of view
SUBJECTIVE – The camera acts as the viewers eyes-movement
POINT OF VIEW – What the character is seeing

CAMERA ANGLES – Are the most important factor in producing illusion of scenic depth. Which angle the object is photographed.

FIVE BASIC ANGLES

EYE LEVEL SHOTS – Provide frames or reference. Audiences sees the event as if in the scene…

Deadline Today: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

Read Today’s Selected Poetry:

CONUNDRUM, by Devdas Kakati
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/conundrum-poetry-by-devdas-kakati/

SAND CASTLE, by Kayla Barr
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/sand-castle-poetry-by-kayla-barr/

FREEWAY TO SPACE, by Kathy Anderson
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/freeway-to-space-poetry-by-kathy-anderson/

DESTINED, by T.E.O.
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/destined-poetry-by-t-e-o/

THE ROOM, by Morca
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/the-room-poetry-by-morca/

MY BELOVED NIGHT SKY, by Reinaldo Buitron Jr.
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/my-beloved-night-sky-poetry-by-reinaldo-buitron-jr/

DEATH, by Samuel Fatokun
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/death-poetry-by-samuel-fatokun/

LONELY TOGETHERNESS, by Kaveeta M. Abicchandani
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/31/lonely-togetherness-poetry-by-kaveeta-m-abicchandani/

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Also, Free logline submissions. The Writing Festival network averages over 95,000 unique visitors a day.
Great way to get your story out: http://www.wildsound.ca/logline.html

Submit your Film, Screenplay, Novel, Story, or Poem anytime to the festival today: http://www.wildsound.ca

Watch recent Writing Festival Videos. At least 15 winning videos a month: http://www.wildsoundfestival.com

Deadline May 15th for Writing Festival – Books, Poems, Scripts – http://www.wildsound.ca

Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

SEEN BY WINDOWS, by Njabulo Dlamini
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/seen-by-windows-poetry-by-njabulo-dlamini/

ARCANA COMPROMISED, by Aneza Lee
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/arcana-compromised-poetry-by-aneza-lee/

ONE STEP, by Morca
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/one-step-poetry-by-morca/

HIM, by Macy Shea
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/him-poetry-by-macy-shea/

NOTHING CHANGED ME, by Miriam Beza
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/nothing-changed-me-poetry-by-miriam-beza/

THE GREENING, by Katherine Hauswirth
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/the-greening-poetry-by-katherine-hauswirth/

THE CLOWN by Arnab dey
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/the-clown-poetry-by-arnab-dey/

I NEED SOMEONE, by Maria Francis
http://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/06/01/i-need-someone-poetry-by-maria-francis/

Watch this week’s Poetry Movie – I NEED TO GET HIGH:

Voice Over: Steve Rizzo

Visual Design: Yujin Song

Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Deadline: FREE POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE and seen by 1000s. Three options to submit:
http://www.wildsound.ca/poetrycontest.html

Genre: Philosophical

Arcana Compromised
by Aneza Lee

Crude scribbler of base words, crude bearer of rusted swords, smite me with a mighty blow, yet think of all the things ye’d want to know before my last breath expires. Secrets grand that lay beyond death’s gate, secrets made of death and hate, lust and fate, emptiness and the sins of the great.

Paint me a song, with artist’s brush and writer’s quill, paint it with light and shadow, if ye will. Inspiration is a slavish devotion, it cares not for appearances, it will sip from thy soul, it will sup from thy spirit and leave thee sated with it.

Drink now from the chalice that is me, speak now thy own thoughts as from the heart they do rise, like stars in velvety night skies. Inspiration, a favoured lover, a new light to discover, like a vast landscape painted in hues…

Genre: Spiritual, Society

ONE STEP
by
MORCA

From love to hate, one step

from hate to love, a thousand leagues.

From friend to enemy, one step

from enemy to friend, a thousand years.

From embryo to life, nine months

from life to death, one bullet.

From good man to bad man, one step

from bad man to good man, one eternity.

From ignorant to wise, one life

from wise to ignorant, one second.

From sun rise to sun set, one day

from sun set to sun rise, one dream.

from zero to ten, nine

from ten to zero, one.

From freedom to prisoner, one decision

from prisoner to freedom, never.

From God to the Devil, one step

from the Devil to God, ALWAYS.

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Deadline for POETRY Festival – Get your poem made into a MOVIE…

Genre: Sad, Relationship

Him
by Macy Shea

She was fire
She was the rain
She was mentally strong
He was metal
He was the air
He was physically strong
He was her motivation to get up every morning
and carry on
She was his motivation to smile everyday
and try hard
He liked her
She loved him
At first sight,
She knew she’d fall for him
He knew he’d learn something from her
Months passed,
sun shone
rain fell
wind blew
leaves shed
the green died
And suddenly,
she was in love with this boy…
he was still too stupid to see.
And her eyes grew sadder,
life was getting worse for her
Parents pitted against each other
mother drinking, smoking
father drinking, smoking
Family strained
brother drinking, smoking
grandmother sick
aunts dying
uncles already dead
Friends spread away
Oklahoma
Oregon
Nevada
but the closest one,
who used to be…

Genre: Family, War, Society

Nothing changed me
by Miriam Beza

A mountain river flowing over rocks, sometimes dry and sometimes flooding,
sometimes quiet as a lake and sometimes falling from a height,
That’s I, and nothing ever changed me.
The same sun red in summers, cold and pale in winters past, the cold unflinching moon that on and off hides behind clouds , watched over me.
The earth trembled in a rage, I did not care. Cocooned in my mother’s arms asleep and safe ,
When bombs were falling, fear and noise spread round us and I was troubled by such panic, I wet my pants. my mother smacked me hard, instead of comfort. It did not change my life.
When later on, after the war, my sister’s birth made such impact on us, my father said she is the future and I was just the past reminding of the…