New York, In The Past
I was going to write something terribly witty about how I found this old photo of Manhattan buildings in a shoe box on the side of the road, and how it made me think of much simpler times, before all of the hustle and bustle of modern New York.
I had this entire rap planned out where I'd explain how old snapshots are all we have of days gone by, and how in holding them now, we carry on the memory of the person or place in them. I was going to make you believe this was all truth. Then I was going to ask whether you thought this was indeed a vintage pic I found, or one I took a few days ago and manipulated in Photoshop to look real.
It's actually one I did myself. And I was quite proud of myself, and of this whole trippy nostaglia ride I would take you on.
Then the photo gods intervened and smacked me "up side the head."
I recently upgraded my system - the first time in years - to take advantage of the new Mac OS and various design apps, etc. I downloaded the shots from my camera's memory card. I opened them, did the standard issue color enhancements, and saved each to a folder.
I opened THIS shot, then scaled it down to it's current size so I could upload it, and I saved it to my hard drive.
But...
I forgot to make a copy of the original first, so the ONLY version I have of it, is THIS low-resolution shot. No print-quality photo showing the depth and detail in the scene, no high-res back up burned to CD. Nothing but this.
Just goes to show you that you shouldn't get too full of yourself and try to pull the wool over someone's eyes. The Fates will always get the last laugh.
I think I'll cry myself to sleep now.
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have all shown me in this great community, whenever I upload a new
pic or series of shots this year, I'll provide a link to another flickr
photog whose work, personality, or spirit I feel you should discover.
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New York, In The Past
I was going to write something terribly witty about how I found this old photo of Manhattan buildings in a shoe box on the side of the road, and how it made me think of much simpler times, before all of the hustle and bustle of modern New York.
I had this entire rap planned out where I'd explain how old snapshots are all we have of days gone by, and how in holding them now, we carry on the memory of the person or place in them. I was going to make you believe this was all truth. Then I was going to ask whether you thought this was indeed a vintage pic I found, or one I took a few days ago and manipulated in Photoshop to look real.
It's actually one I did myself. And I was quite proud of myself, and of this whole trippy nostaglia ride I would take you on.
Then the photo gods intervened and smacked me "up side the head."
I recently upgraded my system - the first time in years - to take advantage of the new Mac OS and various design apps, etc. I downloaded the shots from my camera's memory card. I opened them, did the standard issue color enhancements, and saved each to a folder.
I opened THIS shot, then scaled it down to it's current size so I could upload it, and I saved it to my hard drive.
But...
I forgot to make a copy of the original first, so the ONLY version I have of it, is THIS low-resolution shot. No print-quality photo showing the depth and detail in the scene, no high-res back up burned to CD. Nothing but this.
Just goes to show you that you shouldn't get too full of yourself and try to pull the wool over someone's eyes. The Fates will always get the last laugh.
I think I'll cry myself to sleep now.
[+]
As a way of returning the extraordinary generosity and support you
have all shown me in this great community, whenever I upload a new
pic or series of shots this year, I'll provide a link to another flickr
photog whose work, personality, or spirit I feel you should discover.
Visit and introduce yourself. Make a friend. Share the love.
Open your eyes to -gadgetgirl- today.