There is a wondrous glow at the magic hour of sunrise. Something about the cold blue sheen warps understanding of color much like the eerie yellow radiance of a sodium lamp. It was in these forsaken twilight sessions that I mused on contrasting relationships between shade and hue. An ill-calibrated monitor forces one to consider what the eye is really able to see. My limits of perception and patience reached a threshold and I wonder if there was a breakthrough during this trial.
