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"A silent, in-camera improv that contemplates the early autumn colors and forms of some weathered, wild blackberries growing along a rural Maine railroad track. The berries themselves are gone - into many mouths or fallen to earth. Winter, as yet unseen, approaches from afar. The superimpositions were done in the camera and there was no further editing of the film." —Abbott Meader
