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:: Wednesday, January 23, 2008 ::

I had a "Holy Shit" idea the other day for the film after doing two interviews that turned out very well.

So I got up at the buttcrack [translation = before the crack] of dawn and, piping hot 4-shot mocha in hand, hiked to the top of Skinner's Butte with my gear to film the sunrise over the city. It has been exceptionally clear and cold lately, which lets the light come up in such fine gradations. I attempted one a few weeks ago, but it was rainy and drizzly, so all I got was dark blue into lighter blue. Today's was pretty nice. I love that moment when, after all of the foreplay between orange light and sky, the sun itself crests over the ridge and its first beam shines down on the earth. In panoramic view, the rest of the still-shadowed mountain ridges surrounding the city were sharply defined against the rising yellow-blue light. Then began the warm reflective glow off of various buildings down below, as they threw their long morning shadows west into the receding darkness. It was well worth dragging my hung-over ass out of my toasty warm bed at that hour. I shall have to do it again soon. I'd like a full-blown Spring shot of sunrise; then I'll have one on film for every season.

:: Anne 1:51 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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