The 75/1.8 is Olympus’ bokeh wonder, a long portrait lens and as such an expensive specialty. Of course I don’t make portraits and much of the time I am not interested in bokeh. Here and in the next few posts we are at f8 and I am only interested in color and shape.
Color correction for this simple image of red vines in front of a green wall was problematic, to say the least.
I finally settled on 5100 / +10, a little bit cooler than what Lightroom considers “Daylight”. Looks good on the wall, maybe a little too warm on the vines, but going cooler makes the wall look off. Otherwise I’ve adjusted vibrancy and saturation in preference of keeping detail. Maybe it looks well enough, at least that’s the best I can do. In any case, this is an image that would need extra treatment for a print.
In fall 2008 we moved from “the country” to Villach. There we spent three years in one apartment until we finally moved to where we live now.
In a way I miss living in the country. I took many, many more images of trees, flowers and landscapes there. No wonder, but …
Today we have an exception. This tree is a hundred meters off the main road entering Villach from the south, maybe 150 meters further on is our apartment block. It’s near all shops, it’s only minutes to the next five supermarkets and so on, but it is almost as silent and rural as “in the country”.
Still, it makes a difference whether you only drive by those trees or if they grow in your garden. You give more attention to those in your garden 🙂
I write this on Saturday, October 8. Trump has not yet given up and the Republican Party has not yet distanced itself from him. When this post is published on October 11, we may know more.
Isn’t that puzzling and altogether a worrying state of democracy? In Donald Trump we have someone who is probably the most obviously unfit-for-politics politician from his growing peer group. Nobody even in his own party wanted him, and nevertheless he got voted into candidacy, acclaimed by a diverse public, that is only united by a strong, common disgust of politics.
It must be a hard time to be a Republican. What can you possibly do? Change horses? Yes, that could be an honest thing to do, but seemingly they wait until they clearly see that their chances on the presidency are over. But are they? Scott Adams clearly doesn’t think so, and he may well have a point. At least I think that everybody who is disgusted now, would likely have been disgusted already.
Lots and lots of people don’t agree with Political Correctness, but they don’t say so, because it’s not politically correct. It’s even understandable, because ideals and real behavior are rarely in tune. Political Correctness is frequently pure lip service, and in face of that, someone like Trump may be seen as refreshingly different.
In an ideal world Trump wouldn’t have been able to come even near candidacy. In an ideal world Trump wouldn’t even have become a media star. An ideal world would punish his behavior and his business methods. The world is far from ideal though. The outcome of the election will tell us a lot about how far.
I’ve processed this image the day that I had taken it, approximately four months ago. When I saw it now, I felt that the upper half could use a little more saturation and contrast. I went back, applied a sharp gradient along the shadow line, increased contrast, saturation, added a little light, and altough I changed the image exactly like I had intended to … it didn’t improve anything at all. Back I went 🙂
Graffiti are a dated cliché. The current visual language of Street Art always reminds me of album covers of the early 1970s. Not much has changed in mainstream graffiti since then. Sometimes I ask myself who makes them today. Still young people? People of my age?
And speaking of time: A few days ago I saw the image in the first driver’s license of my father. 1967. He was a young, good looking man of 32 years, a boy relative to my current age, yet already father to my three year old self. Today he is 81, fighting cancer, tired and old. Time is not kind.