RHINO continues to bring droughts and monsoons of work for me. As we near the finish line, tends more toward rigorous monsoon than anything. Non-stop triage for things that have to be done RIGHT NOW.

About a year ago I was setting my alarm for the middle of the night so I could call Namibia and beg for permits. Or writing emails to Kenya, practicing patience knowing that two weeks is a fairly standard time frame in which to respond, whether that response be from some obscure record label (soundtrack is going to be glorious) or a wildlife conservationist living in far out lands.

This week I brought our Namibian translator back from his home in Yonkers so he could help us be sure the Himba scenes were edited correctly. Tomorrow I have piles of narrator-candidates to sort through. There’s a Kenyan man we’re rather attached to, but he’s still in Africa.

This thing is soon finished. Proud of it. Exhausted.