FINALLY—AT LONG LAST~!
And I always knew that one day it would—oh, me of little faith. (Hell, even The Sage is impressed.)
a wee photographic digression. I hereby confess publicly, humbly (you know: pseudo remorse laid on with a trowel)(hell, I’m a Leo. Leos just don’t ‘do’ humble, ’tain’t in our stars or our jeans) that I was wr— wro— … … … okay, okay, slightly mistaken.
I ALWAYS REGARDED
manipulation of images as a form of cheating. But thanks to a gentle comment from Ishaiya I started fiddling a bit. Nothing fancy, just a few minor adjustments with iPhoto on the ol’ Mac.
It’s addictive! One or two tweaks and I’m hooked already. iPhoto doesn’t have very much by way of bells and whistles but just enough to ding my gong. I imagine that Photoshop must be an absolute godsend to the creative. Been thereish …
IN THE EARLY DAYS
I had almost the full range of Cokin filters and I stayed with the Olympus OM2N I bought when it was the state-of-the-art. I used it religiously right up until digital proved itself; the rest is, as they say, history. My beloved Olympus is now a dusty paperweight in my workshop, a mini monument to the transience of glory.
The Spouse and I watched a ‘Midsomer Murders‘ Dvd* —the one where the old school of film-photography buffs have a head-on clash with the New Age of digital louts. To my mind no contest; even though the ‘old school’ were portrayed as ‘gentleman’ (sort of) while the digitals are young thugs in leather jackets.
SO THIS MORNING
I’ve borrowed from the library a book on Photoshop Elements and shall put all other reading matter on hold while I explore. I have a feeling that next time Spouse is sneakily probing my desires (with the festive season in mind) I might be dropping a few blatant subtle hints.
I guess that in the end the exercise of creativity isn’t really cheating, so why not use all the tools available to best present your artistic vision?
AS FOR MY OPENING LINES
above, that introductory bit … yes, it has finally happened after all these years. It’s taken quite a while but finally, at last—
—I’ve worn out more socks than seabags~! (The Sage should have been so lucky …)
* ‘A Picture of Innocence‘