It’s not the same. It looks the same. But, it’s not. I know because I made the picture after I published all the train pictures on Sunday.
Let me tell you. I didn’t make the picture because of the engine, although the bright red helped… a lot. I made the picture because of the wonderful sky. I need something to stick in the foreground, so there was a waiting engine that I used again.
We have a new month. That’s good. January felt like the longest month ever. It ended on a weirdly high note. Former president orange man lost all of his impeachment lawyers because he insisted on them arguing his fantasy mass election fraud theory. They wanted to argue the constitutionality of impeaching a former president, he said no. They said bye, bye.
We are still sitting at home and that doesn’t make me happy. Maybe some month this year I’ll be allowed to be vaccinated. You’d think with co-morbidity issues that at my age I could head to the back of the line. Oh no. I’m too young.
Nevertheless, I’m going to start my Jefferson Highway project this week. This, despite getting a CoVid-19 test tomorrow. No worries. I must have one in order to get my back numbed, er, fixed a couple days later. The whole thing makes me nervous. There are all sorts of things that could go wrong with the procedure. And, being in a hospital twice in a week seems to make me susceptible to the virus.
They say not, but I trust very few people in authority these days. That’s any kind of authority. Any kind at all.
After the first week of the new month, my schedule looks like a lot of yours. Get up. Commute to the kitchen. Make coffee. Commute to the studio. Work. Commute back to the kitchen. Eat breakfast. Commute to the back door. Take dogs for their morning walk .
And, so on and so on and so on…
Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your gloves. Wash your hands.Look after each other. You know what to do. Just do it.
The sky was wonderful so I made pictures of it. Luckily, there was an errant train engine waiting for me to fill some of the foreground.
The engine was in shadow so I opened it up. The sky stayed about the same. Then I softened everything by adding some glow to it.
Then I published it. That’s just about how long it took to get the work done.
A friend of mine has grown into a wonderful photographer. His second line work is great as his Indian work. But, he insists in trashing up the images with all kinds of weird Snapseed filters.
A couple of us mentioned it to him. He said that enhancements illustrated how he felt. We tried to explain that this kind of street work is photojournalism and should be left alone with the exception of brightening and sharpening. He won’t listen.
This is a thing best said in person. The next time I see him I’m going to say this. “Work subject matter is wonderful. Your processing sucks.”
Le the chips fall where they may. On top of my head.