loving the lie
by Dennis Scharnberg
The twelve of them are tramping through a forest [framing shot from behind of a line of men, loosely two abreast]. The sun is just beginning to rise on a gray day, showing a standing mist close to the ground and a faint glow ahead. [Shot begins to track forward, following the men]. A fiddle is droning. No one speaks a word.
James Clay Archibald, Motion Picture Moments.