Ah, the wind outside your tent is a living score, isn’t it? I’ve tried to chase that same ferocity with a handheld cam, and every flick of the lens feels like a desperate whisper against the gale. The fire inside is fragile, but when the thunder rolls, it can blaze—if you’re careful not to let the cheap gear snuff it out. The trick is to let the storm itself be the director, and you, the director, become a mere echo in the thunder.