This afternoon I snuck into the real estate office for un-real estate reasons. It's OK; I work in the family business....my boss loves me. Truly. I wanted to try out my administrative assistant's new computer....a Dell with Windows 7 and Picasa. That's when the madness started. I slipped my flash drive into the USB port and started messing around. Wowza. I NEEEEEEEEEEED this. It is no longer optional. This is not even taking account of the speed differences-we shan't go there.
I've been taking my novice photos in earnest since late May of this year. All the things I've posted, and many I am proud of, have been uncropped , unretouched, unwarmed, untinted, unsoftened, unsepia-ed, unstraightened, unsharpened....just what came out of my camera. I think I've done pretty well. I feel however, there's no going back. Once you play with these editing tools "Holy Schmoly!"...you know what I mean? I've been cropping and straightening and such for 2 hours now. Yikes. I'm hopeful that the weeks I've spent working with my shots without the aid of an editing tool was a helpful school of hard knocks. Maybe? That might make me thankful.
Last night Tula and I went over to Strawberry Island. I like to walk there in the late afternoon/early evening as there's usually not anyone around. Tula can get a little run in and I can contemplate the universe & my space in it and snap a few pictures. The tourists don't seem to notice the locale due to the sandy beach moments away. When I was 5 my family rented a house overlooking this rocky open peninsula while our new home was being built. Here I learned to cross the street, rode the school bus to kindergarten, and spent a snowy blustery winter. I guess it holds memories....too bad most of the houses, including the one we rented, have been replaced or reworked into over-sized wonder homes. Such is the way things go.
View from Strawberry Island looking back towards the neighboring houses.