The Kansas boy done good.
I had a ideal morning, a visit from my Dad and a nice lunch with family. It seems like one of those quiet days where nothing much is going to happen. Where the heat from the sun is the only thing having any effect on your patience and the breeze swishing by reminds you of times when you were younger and happy to be without responsibility.
As you may have noticed, I have given a deep, deep devotion of myself to all things film. I am a lover of cinematic situations. I respect the thousands of golden hour scenes I have witnessed, I pledge eternal loyalty to the characters; underdogs, lovers, fighters, bad guys, put-apons, takers, thieves and selfless givers, you name it, it's been done. In reading that today was Dennis Hoppers last day on earth, a little part of me went with him.
To see a passionate person such as he was on screen, to be a little afraid and wholly intrigued by him at the same time was such a treat for me. The wildman. Free spirit and indulgent creativity meeting somewhere in the middle of a crazy existence. He portrayed what some people wish they could be full time. Living life by one's own terms. He will be very missed. So with heavy heart, my hat's off to you cowboy.
"I am just a middle-class farm boy from Dodge City and my grandparents were wheat farmers. I thought painting, acting, directing and photography was all part of being an artist. I have made my money that way. And I have had some fun. It's not been a bad life."