:: anne in the attic ::

::::: ANNE IN THE ATTIC :::::

:: anne in the attic :: bloghome :: my music site :: view profile | contact ::

[::..recommended..::]
:: Tape Op [>]
:: deviantART [>]
:: Pandora Radio [>]
:: Sub Pop Records [>]
:: KCRW [>]
:: Air America Radio [>]
:: BOAR.COM [>]
:: Basic Rights Oregon [>]
[::..my blog archives..::]
February 2003 March 2003 April 2003 May 2003 June 2003 July 2003 August 2003 September 2003 October 2003 November 2003 December 2003 January 2004 February 2004 March 2004 April 2004 May 2004 June 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 July 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 February 2008 March 2008 April 2008 May 2008 July 2008 January 2009

:: 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] ::
...

Comments: Post a Comment