Recently, Interstate 80 Production Management had the chance to work with an amazing non-profit local to Denver – The Lockwood Foundation. This team of volunteers and passionate individuals take turns carrying up the Trailrider, an adaptive device that allows those with mobility issues the chance to take in mountain views the rest of us take for granted.
Hiking and video are my biggest passions. And you can feel everyone else’s passion that day on the trail, too. Immediately I could tell it was going to be a great day. The energy was high and the volunteers knew they weren’t there just to help. They showed up to be a good example, to spread the word and let others know about the cause; to include someone in their favorite activity, meet new people and foster deeper connections; and – most importantly – just to have some fun. You don’t get days like this too often.
Want to help out? The Lockwood Foundation needs more than just people to push the Trailrider! Check out our video below, where Jeff explains what the volunteer needs are.
Check out The Lockwood Foundation’s website here. See you out on the trails!
More than 250 panels. 11 feet high. 50 feet wide. This beast of an LED wall went in for a production in Beaver Creek, CO. It took almost all day to set this up, set the curve, and program the panels. But it was worth it! If I have the choice between projection and setting up and LED wall, I’m choosing the wall every time. There is really no projector that can match the clarity, brightness, and sharpness that a wall can provide. These will even stand out against full sunshine on a summer day.
Want to rent one for your next production? Give us a call and we can get you going in no time.
Last week I was fortunate enough to video engineer at Wings Over the Rockies in Denver, Colorado for the first time! It was an amazing experience setting up all the gear next to (hopefully) disarmed nuclear bombs and underneath B1-A bombers, and even a real X-Wing fighter signed by the Star Wars cast. I got to work alongside some great people, and even got to run video for Governor John Hickenlooper. I hope it isn’t long before I’m working there again!
The next few days were a blur. It was early August, and the country had a sunny, deep green glow as I drove through the rolling hills of Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Nebraska. It was a strange feeling having every new horizon look exactly the same as the one that’s now behind it, yet it was all so new. But if you took the time to slow down and really look at the details between each exit sign you’d quickly discover each little town had it’s own character, charm, and soul. I couldn’t stop now.
My sense of adventure started early. By the time I could walk, my brother and I would trek through our Northeastern suburban forests pushing hard for excitement. To get lost, hopelessly, and being forced to live off the land as best we could. We always found our way home. Much later, I moved to Northern Vermont for college where I turned my weekends hiking into a full blown obsession. I bought myself a cheap camera and started walking. Now I call the forests, rocky outcroppings and wind swept ridges my home. More then ever we need to spread the message that we aren’t separate from these places – they’re in our blood and our history, and with any luck, our future. And I hope to aid in this endeavor through my work by spreading the beauty of this world and the necessity of conservation.
Back to the road. By day 3 I was road worn and ready for some elevation. I left my campsite in Nebraska before the sun came up, antsy with the anticipation of knowing I was only a few hundred miles from the border of Colorado. I drove (sped) through the countryside until I saw it – the big brown sign saying, “Welcome to Colorful Colorado”. I had made it, and it was…not what I expected. It still looked like Nebraska. Nobody told me this. So I kept driving. And driving. For hours. Then, in the mid-day sun beating down 100º heat, I saw them peaking out through the distance – the Rocky Mountains.
I had made it. The next 30 days or so I spent exploring, climbing, camping and having chance encounters with locals and travelers alike, each on their own path. Eventually I settled down, got an apartment and a job just like everyone else. But that month on the road changed me. It was that collection of 2,000 miles and 3/4 of the way across the country that I was able to come up with the name Interstate 80 Production Management. I’m proud to call Denver my home, but I’ll never forget where I came from and where I’m going.