Shana: The Wolf's Music

Either my monitors color range settings are a tiny bit out of sync, or the makers of this film used some light-handed artistic license with their red/orange/purple shades - perhaps the reason for the dress ... but that's not important. What's important is they made an extremely valid attempt at the replication. Quite possibly the best I've seen, and I've seen more than my share. Also, I'd be hard pressed to think of a more profound way to pay homage to my deceased ancestors,than the way exhibited by Shana.

The blending of dreams with waking reality plays an important part in the film, and the same holds true here - When l was a little kid I'd pester my parents, night and day, to take me to the zoo. I became fascinated with the wolves and would keep running over to them every chance I got, but couldn't see very well because of my size, plus they were laid up in back of their enclosure. My father grabbed me from behind and lifted me up over his head to see. Immediately the pack came over to inspect the small offering. Looking down at my feet and seeing the wolves raise their heads up towards me was perhaps the most vivid memory of my childhood.

But while a wooden wolfs head carved on the for-end of a violin may give life to some, a silver one placed on top of a walking stick brings ever lasting peace to others.