The Junction

We were shooting down in White River Junction (which is a lot better shooting than I’d ever have thought) when this gentleman staggered out of a bar. Keep in mind it was 10 AM. And he started talking to us about magic squirrels. Seriously. So, I think I’ll probably go back and shoot in the Junction again.

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