I wanted to make this post with audio but I’m starting a cold. My nose was running all day yesterday, and I feel that my throat is getting scratchy … So here I am, writing again. I’ll try to make it short and sweet because my head doesn’t feel all that great either.
This Sunday I was out taking some photos in a street festival. Today I was trying to figure out if the post processing I’ve been using was the right look or not, when I decided to take a look at my old Lightroom library. Bad idea.
I was looking at some old photos I took in ’11-’12 with an Olympus EP-L1. The setting is the High Contrast Black and White that comes straight out of the camera, so you can imagine that is not the “finest” way to process a photo. For those that you don’t know what I’m talking about, the camera it is like trying to win Indianapolis today with a race car from a decade ago. Processing the photos in camera is like trying to win it with my old 2000 Honda Civic.
Now the camera it’s been long gone for years, but the pictures still with me. And yes, it was an old sensor, and micro 4/3 (not good with noise compare to bigger sensors); and yes the black and white is a preset from the camera. But I look at these photos and I see something that I don’t see lately. Spontaneity. The pleasure of photographing anything that I could find aesthetically appealing, or just for the pleasure of listening the shutter go off.
And by the way, that noise in the photos … When you print them … Looks pretty darn nice!
The Black Brick 