I was sadly informed this morning that Ezra, Kyle's australian sheep dog had been hit earlier in the day by a car and killed. Ezra was basically the mascot for "calm at the edge of the sea", a local character and spirit of the nye ranch, and for me a feeling of being home. She was gentle, highly intelligent, and more than anything else, a best friend to Kyle. Ezra was a part of every second of the making of "calm", wandering between light strands, licking up whatever was spilled, mingling with new friends, and sometimes taking the edge off when tension was high. She made the final cut of the film, frolicking in what I believe to be the most powerful imagery of the film. Travis the character standing in a field of grass at dusk, staring out at the ocean, Ezra's head pops in and out of frame like a dancing sylph in the ethyr, not being a character in the film itself, but she knew we were up to something magical and wanted to be a part of it. Ez was as close to human as a dog can get, making this all the more difficult to write. I'll miss her, and so will everyone who ever has been to the nye ranch. She is now a spirit of the land and sea, and we will never forget her, for her presence will forever be felt at the nye, and within the heart of the calm at the edge of the sea.