I spent Monday night on an ambulance. The whole night. No break. We finally fell into bed about 4:45. Talk about thankful for a hard mattress. Here's why I wasn't in bed at 4:30:



The parking garage at the hospital caught my eye, and I almost got run over by someone who thought their patient getting to the er was more important than me and my camera standing in the middle of the driveway.



This is a little fuzzy, my partner was rolling his eyes at me for wanting to set up my tripod in the back of the ambulance. But let me tell you, there's a warm feeling in my heart, seeing the clean stretcher, ready to be loaded into the truck at the er entrance. For some reason, I usually find the gritty, messy, cluttered er entrances to be really beautiful. This is UVA Medical Center, which has some really great architecture, and one day I'll get up there to show you some more.



At 7 AM, after a little more than 2 hours of sleep, I dragged my sorry self out of the bed and over to our little airport, which is the only wide open space I could think of that faced east for the sunrise. I was rewarded with this:

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