'I imagine Murnau's lost work mouldering in cans under someone's Los Angeles bungalow, forgotten, save for a handful of frames that escaped the cutting room. I shot this scene with a still-camera modified to shoot infrared, which turned the leaves white and set the clouds brooding. The shot has been re-composed into a sequence of frames--color-tinted and aged about ninety years--that hint at a story we will never be told.' BDC
