we float to here knows when
So let me lay out the scene for you. It's what most of you would call yesterday morning, 6:53am, what I think of as last night. I was heading out of the studio, having had a relatively unproductive night of it (though I did learn some about After Effects and I did watch one and a half Cronenberg films worth of director's commentary, and I did tag the hell out of a little over half my flickr photos). My neck hurt, my body was stiff and although I wasn't exactly falling asleep on my feet, the idea of trying to get up later "today" to do something (say, homework, or at least class) struck me as highly unpleasant.
Still, on the flight of stairs, I was struck with the vivid sunrise going on outside the window off in the east, and it seemed wrong of me not to wander back upstairs and grab Angie's camera (which she probably wants back eventually) and take it out. So up I go, grab the camera, then back down all those great stairs. I shoot some shots. I drive home, shooting randomly out my window as I go, trying to capture as much of the sunrise and the colored sky and the crazy heavy clouds as I can. I shoot some more in my parking garage. 139 photos later, I trudge over to the elevator, up to 4, down the hall, and collapse onto the futon only to find myself patently unable to sleep.
Nonetheless, tonight it occurs to me, oh hey, I have 139 photos of the sunrise to look through. What the hell. So I do.
Some were okay. Naturally I'm a cheater and I brought out the color a touch, but nothing drastic. The raw files are nearly as exciting as the corrected ones, just somewhat weaker contrast ratios.
Bluh, Travis! Go to bed!
Oh, if only.