I met Garland Seggerman at a bus stop on the old Route 66. A tall, older gentleman, he was folded into rather than seated on the bench. He uncomfortably crossed and uncrossed heavy cowboy boots bookending legs long and straight like lodgepole pine. His face lit up with a warm smile as I sat down. I greeted him, and asked what he’d been up to today.
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A short film – The Runners
Just found this one from 2013. This is an irresistible little film. I like it because of the candid confessions, because the interviewees illustrate a shared humanity, rich with faith, regret, love, vulnerability and determination. Something too about the relentless movement and pace reflects a snapshot of life in motion, literally and figuratively. A simple idea, cleverly executed. I … Read more