the sun goes down when our tiny boat crossing the black water path along the jungle. only us but the golden sunset, and Sebangau's trees start counting the star upon the misty lake. we are in the middle in no where. the day after, the river bring us to the debris, conflagration debris. no more trees, just jungle of charcoal as far as the smoky sky holding the rain. and Sebangau sang a howling cry. waiting the rain to wash the dry. a stock shoot from Sebangau Conservation Documentary Project
Client : WWF Indonesia
Director : ardy kusno
DOP : ujel bausad
Producer : Kuntz agus
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