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I often associate a view I see with movies. I see a red and grey barn on a countryside road and I think of Bergman’s island where he lived. A deserted street lined with tall buildings on a rainy, grey day from the window of a cafe, Three Days of the Condor. A flock of birds on a wire, The Birds, always. The sky before a storm about to break, Wings of Desire. Leaves turning gold on a crisp autumn day, Woody Allen’s films. Read More →