The sky was a flat grey, and although I started out with the best of intentions, and although I made over fifty pictures, I went home a bit disappointed, feeling I’d gotten nothing.
This summer, I enjoyed many hours of talks with a remarkable photographer and new friend, Tokpa Korlo. I had been suffering under a strangely moralistic attitude that less processing was better, and that the closer to out-of-the-camera an image was, the better it was. He disabused me of this notion by showing me the endless creative possibilities of Lightroom, for which I’ll always be grateful.
So when I got home with no worthwhile out-of-the-camera take, I had no choice but to start playing around, and ended up with something worthwhile after all. Thanks, Tokpa.