I have been working for some time now on an album for my Mum about a holiday we took last year. Holiday is probably not the quite word- it was something of an epic journey. Myself, my Mum and my daughter travelled through Belgium, then to the UK to spend time in London, Edinburgh and York. It was an absolutely amazing journey.
To begin with, we have the photo taken by my Mum on her compact digital camera. In Brugges, the walkways are probably just wide enough for a car to drive down slowly, as long as no one is coming the other way! Which is why everyone rides bikes in Brugges. This, coupled with the tall buildings and the setting afternoon sun meant that the light was quite low in the lane we were walking through. Behind, the clock tower is set against a rather over exposed sky. Its features are not clear. The entire light balance of the image is wrong, and although the composition is good, the image is not great. I don't think there is alot that my Mum could have done to improve the lighting. Turning the flash to manual and turning it on may have helped to light me a little, but we are standing so far back, I don't think it would have made alot of difference. The photos that I took using my SLR had similar light problems. So in my mind, this one was a job for Photoshop.
Lighting adjusted, tone improved, cropped, and then framed in gorgeous colours and elements. The colours are better and the eye is drawn to the figure in the middle, and then along to laneway to the buildings and the clock tower, before out of the frame. *Sigh* I love Photoshop!
Credits: Laura Burger, Days Get Shorter
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go. Flights to Sydney
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