This doesn’t happen very often, but when the sky lights up like this it’s usually in winter, with nice low, golden light.
Because I know that some of you may be wondering, I had my “procedure” yesterday. It lasted for less than two hours, which includes a mountain of paperwork and a billion questions.
The actual time between prepping me and making me comfortable — Fentanyl and Valium — took less than 30 minutes. After 30 minutes in recovery I was wheeled down to the car, where musical miss was waiting. They said the driver used to sit in the office, but in these pandemic days, the driver sits in the car.
Somewhere in the recovery instructions I read that I couldn’t drive for 24 hours and that I shouldn’t make any big decisions. The second one was funny.
I learned about the first one when I tried to help cook dinner. I’m a very efficient cook. I forgot stuff. My timing was off. I got in the way.
So much for that.
Now, into my second day of recovery I’m fine with all that weird stuff. Although an epidural is just steroids on steroids and can take up to about two weeks to take effect, my back feels lighter.
Today is dog food cooking day. Usually, I cannot make it through prep before my legs start feeling lighter than air and buzzy. No problem. Worked through everything and still had plenty more where that came from.
That’s a huge change.
On to the right hand column.
The right hand column.
You know that I’m not a big sunset photographer. I’d rather turn around and see what the golden light is illuminating.
Sometimes, if you are lucky a good subject appears before you. That usually means something in silhouette.
That’s what I had. Trees and buildings. That combined with the wonderful light and the sun made for a better picture.
I typically try to expose for the sun which pretty my assures me that I’ll have good silhouettes.
There is little to no work in post production unless I went to clean up the shadows which I did.
And, that’s it.
Stay safe. You know the rest. Enjoy every sunset.