DOP (Director of Photography)

And sometimes, mother nature, once called a haughty maenad by father Christmas, out of inconsolable hatred for her hapless gaffers, dazzles us with azureous panels of stained glass, as if to say my church is as ornate as your average place of worship, and the sound of my pipe organ, sonorous thunder claps, has, by the by, a deeper basso profondo register.

Clivia

Clivia

The reluctant model is a Clivia hybrid.

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