The sky looks brilliant this morning. There's a thick blanket of cirrocumulus clouds, and the sun is positioned right in the middle of them, but in such a way that it looks like the sun has shattered into a hundred fragments, and the pieces are spreading their way across a stunning blue backdrop. The camera is at home, with the battery charging, because I want to be extra sure that I won't go dead on Thursday at RMNP. I attempted to take a photo with my phone, but that didn't turn out well at all.
I meant to go to the gym yesterday, but that didn't happen. I instead sat in an empty parking lot and cried. I determined that going into the gym looking the way I did, with the possibility of bursting into tears again at any moment, was unwise. I did have a great time with Tosh and Ryan last night, however.
I woke up at three am this morning. I had been having such a weirdly pleasant dream, and I was. But it wasn't real, and I couldn't go back to sleep. I'm exhausted now, but I'll survive.
If I take any good pictures at RMNP on Thursday, those will probably be the last thing I post in here for quite some time again. Probably. Since I've been such a weepy mess lately, I thought it might be a good time to try low-light photography (I've always thought emotionally charged low-light photography is incredibly striking), and if I end up trying it and succeeding, I'll post those, too. But I'm a bit overwhelmed, and I'm eyeball deep in apathy. That's no fun, and it makes for incredibly boring posts. I don't want to be boring and no fun.
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