Free Markets, Free People
Chris and I went down to Oceanside today, and I took along the FZ200 to take a few pictures. This time though, rather than fill up the front page, all the pictures are below the fold. All the pics are clickable, so you can see a 1920×1280 larger version.
In the comments of yesterday’s photoblogging thread, Looker asked why, when he takes photos of plain old stuff, it looks like plain old stuff. My answer is that he’s probably looking at the actual photograph he took, not the photo it could be.
For instance this is a crappy photograph:
This is better:
Unlike the photo on top which is a an uncorrected RAW export of the full original image to JPG format, the photo on the bottom crops out all the extraneous stuff possible, uses the rule of thirds to put the barred window on the bottom right, steps the exposure down about half a stop, warms the color temperature about 500°, and alters the color balance.
If I really wanted to spend the extra time to make it dramatic—and, now that I’ve done it, I wish I would have—I could’ve done this:
This, by the way, is why you shoot in RAW format. You can fiddle with stuff as much as you want, and fiddling around in RAW is non-destructive. You can always recover the image as it was when it came out of the camera, no matter what you do to it. The only drawback is that the RAW image is about 6 times larger than a JPG, which, at 12.1 megapixel, translates to about 20MB per image.
So, I carry 4 32GB SD cards, and shoot as much as I want. Disk space is cheap.
Here are some more examples of dishonesty, when compared to the photos in the previous post. Here are the originals of two more images from the previous photoblogging post:
We spent the 4th of July in Ocean Beach. Below are some pics of the fireworks display and other…festivities.
The fireworks show was pretty, as these sorts of things usually are.
Immediately after the fireworks show ends, another OB tradition begins. The 4th of July Marshmallow fight. It started 40 years ago as a friendly marshmallow fight between some OB neighbors, but every one else quickly took up the tradition.
It’s now become like a soft-candy-based Festival of Landru.
Happy Independence Day, everyone.