Three minutes feels like a long time when you are watching the second hand on your watch. Two and a half minutes is the point where one begins to appreciate silence. Or if not appreciate it, then at least to acknowledge that it exists. The camera isn't moving. I'm not composing. Time just has to walk forward without my assistance. The film needs just a few more seconds to soak in the light. I hope I managed to record the swaying of that tree just ahead.