Sunrise, Atlantic City
12/09/2005
Update
This has been a long and tiring few weeks. In the middle of the busy season I was trying to do too many things at once: calendars, books, new scanner, re-scanning and re-working old images, new PS techniques, and of course trying to get prints out.
The calendars and books came to nothing - though I learned a few things. I re-did the Photography Store so that images that are available in smaller sizes appear in the main Photo gallery.
This morning - as I walked to the corner through huge snowflakes - I noticed how beautiful the city looked but had no desire to pick up a camera. I would rather sit at home and work on some older images and finish the book I'm reading (White Man's Grave - which I think is giving me nightmares, but I can't put it down).
I'm planning to spend the next week really re-organizing negatives. There are many good ones sitting around that have never been printed.
Along the way - I sometimes look through some of the digital captures - and there are good images there as well but as soon as I start to work on them - there is almost always some damned thing in it that annoys me and I curse myself that I didn't get it on film.
Maybe some overly smooth highlight - or last night I was working on this shot of two people on an escalator and at the point where their feet touch the elevator grating there is this annoying jagged design that wouldn't have been there with film. I'm not sure what you call that - fringing? Whatever it is the sensor was confused by where the persons foot and the escalator met and it wasn't captured properly. I can fix it - mostly with a bunch of PS techniques - but - there's no reason I should have to.
Other digital shots are perfectly fine. I've been adding grain to them with PhotoKit Sharpner and it's not a bad look. But there are some shots that I can't fix.
The calendars and books came to nothing - though I learned a few things. I re-did the Photography Store so that images that are available in smaller sizes appear in the main Photo gallery.
This morning - as I walked to the corner through huge snowflakes - I noticed how beautiful the city looked but had no desire to pick up a camera. I would rather sit at home and work on some older images and finish the book I'm reading (White Man's Grave - which I think is giving me nightmares, but I can't put it down).
I'm planning to spend the next week really re-organizing negatives. There are many good ones sitting around that have never been printed.
Along the way - I sometimes look through some of the digital captures - and there are good images there as well but as soon as I start to work on them - there is almost always some damned thing in it that annoys me and I curse myself that I didn't get it on film.
Maybe some overly smooth highlight - or last night I was working on this shot of two people on an escalator and at the point where their feet touch the elevator grating there is this annoying jagged design that wouldn't have been there with film. I'm not sure what you call that - fringing? Whatever it is the sensor was confused by where the persons foot and the escalator met and it wasn't captured properly. I can fix it - mostly with a bunch of PS techniques - but - there's no reason I should have to.
Other digital shots are perfectly fine. I've been adding grain to them with PhotoKit Sharpner and it's not a bad look. But there are some shots that I can't fix.
Christmas 2005
It's Christmas. No doubt of it.
The Victoria's Secret mannequins are in skimpy Santa Clause outfits. The emblazoned slogan on the windows proclaims: Have A Very Sexy Christmas.
The landlord (that we've been fighting with to put a lock on the front entrance) has placed a green plastic wreath on that door.
The office-workers are listening for rumors about their Christmas bonuses.
The CIA is sending Christmas dinners to secret inquisitions drops overseas.
In the old days - He drove the money-changers and merchants out of the temple. Now He returns to find that the entire economy of the country is based on his birthday. He finds everything from underwear to electric screwdrivers being sold in his name.
So He stands on the corner of 59th and Park Avenue and begins to rail out against how his name has been commercialized. He still has his old clothes on, and looks somewhat scruffy. The local cops aren't even sure what language he's speaking but it sounds like something middle-eastern. Definitely not English. No identification. He has picked up a few words and he's apparantly angry about Christmas. Angry about Christmas? Foreign? Could be a terrorist. Better check him out.
New York's Finest pick him up and notify the FBI.
He's brought in for questioning.
Next thing he knows, he's on a plane headed for a secret drop point in Jordan. At first he thinks he's being taken back to his birthplace, only to find himself deposited in a small cell where he's pumped with drugs.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch - there's a big brouhahah in D.C. about whether they've got a Christmas tree or a holiday tree in front of the White House and whether or not Pres. Bush can say "Merry Christmas" in his greeting cards or not.
Oh the point. If there is one. If Jesus ever did re-appear he'd probably just get himself into trouble again. He'd be denounced by the Christian right. He'd be seen as anti-American. And before you knew it - he'd be out of the way. I don't think he'd be allowed to be martyred again. Just disappeared.
The Victoria's Secret mannequins are in skimpy Santa Clause outfits. The emblazoned slogan on the windows proclaims: Have A Very Sexy Christmas.
The landlord (that we've been fighting with to put a lock on the front entrance) has placed a green plastic wreath on that door.
The office-workers are listening for rumors about their Christmas bonuses.
The CIA is sending Christmas dinners to secret inquisitions drops overseas.
In the old days - He drove the money-changers and merchants out of the temple. Now He returns to find that the entire economy of the country is based on his birthday. He finds everything from underwear to electric screwdrivers being sold in his name.
So He stands on the corner of 59th and Park Avenue and begins to rail out against how his name has been commercialized. He still has his old clothes on, and looks somewhat scruffy. The local cops aren't even sure what language he's speaking but it sounds like something middle-eastern. Definitely not English. No identification. He has picked up a few words and he's apparantly angry about Christmas. Angry about Christmas? Foreign? Could be a terrorist. Better check him out.
New York's Finest pick him up and notify the FBI.
He's brought in for questioning.
Next thing he knows, he's on a plane headed for a secret drop point in Jordan. At first he thinks he's being taken back to his birthplace, only to find himself deposited in a small cell where he's pumped with drugs.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch - there's a big brouhahah in D.C. about whether they've got a Christmas tree or a holiday tree in front of the White House and whether or not Pres. Bush can say "Merry Christmas" in his greeting cards or not.
Oh the point. If there is one. If Jesus ever did re-appear he'd probably just get himself into trouble again. He'd be denounced by the Christian right. He'd be seen as anti-American. And before you knew it - he'd be out of the way. I don't think he'd be allowed to be martyred again. Just disappeared.
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