To set the mood for our storytelling on that final night, I showed Glennon Doyle Melton’s “From My Cold Dead Hands.” None of the women had seen it before. Watching their faces in the soft light of the projector, I felt like I was on holy ground: These beautiful former prisoners were about to drop some keys.
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Hi trb I think it’s great. Footage isn’t bad and I like the occasional focus in and focus out. The music is also fitting. The only glitch would be the sound feed – there are a few cracks here and there. Looking good though!
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Hi pixie, thanks for the feedback. The clip isn’t one of mine, though. It’s one that I got from YouTube to break the sharing ice. The quality of my clips is not nearly as good, hence my aforementioned disappointment.
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I see. Hopefully it will turn out ok! Quality is important but so is content – which I’m sure you have!
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