Every picture tells two or three stories. At least.
If you aren’t a photographer, you may not think about processing. But I have learned, over the past two and a half years, just how important those decisions can be. Everything from the basic choice of how to crop all the way to what kinds of heinous digital fuckery to employ – trust me when I say that it isn’t the picture that tells the story, it’s the decisions that get made once the picture has been taken.
Let me illustrate. I took a pleasant little shot of an orchid not long ago. Here’s the raw photo, edited a tad for balance. It’s underexposed because that’s what I needed in the raw for what I had in mind.
Recounting the imagined musings of a Tokyo beat cop…
All the wide happy and the scattering crowds,
these are which I watch over.
For I am police, I am law.
Hey Denver folks – tomorrow is First Friday. Time for some shameless self-promotion (although others are being promoted, too).
Denver FFs are typically about the Santa Fe district, and perhaps the growing RiNo district. Continue reading
Sometimes San Francisco cries out for help and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it…
“Are you a detective?”
I honestly didn’t understand the question.
Like most of the graffiti art I see in San Francisco, I had no idea what the hell this blue cartoon bear with the rainbow-spitting belly button face was supposed to mean. But it was colorful and had a whimsical quality I liked, and to me those are good enough reasons to photograph just about anything…
(Picture taken on Valencia Street in San Francisco on January 3rd, 2015. The artwork is by Sirron Norris.)
A “Tokyo Panic Story” far removed from Middle East politics…
I once tripped through these lands like a god,
like the pure embodiment of all the liquor
the Allies ever drank in Tokyo.
It is quiet here now,
and the Americans are gone,
but I know these streets.