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You stand in front of something stunning, a valley flooded with evening light, a city skyline at dusk, and you press the shutter sure you have captured it. Then you look at the file and the magic is gone. The colors are flatter, the sky is blown out or the ground is a muddy mess, the mountain that loomed over you looks like a small bump, and the whole thing feels ordinary. The instinct is to blame the camera, or your skill, or to start shopping for a better lens. Usually none of those is the real culprit.
A bull bison charged an older man walking with his grandson at a Yellowstone campground on Friday evening and threw him roughly eight feet into the air. The man landed on his side with serious injuries, and the animal stood over him afterward instead of running off.
I've been looking for new ways to exhibit my photo and video work, ways that aren't tied to white walls or interior spaces. That search led me toward projectors, and I found one that fits. The appeal of something untethered is obvious in the fact that you can take your work almost anywhere. I initially expected I'd need a separate power station, but instead I found a quality projector with a built-in battery, making the whole setup far simpler than I'd imagined.
"How you make a picture is much easier to articulate than why you make a picture." I read this statement in a comment under one of my articles here on Fstoppers, and it inspired me to talk about this in more depth.
A flat, cold panorama of a cloud over farmland becomes a dark, dramatic storm scene using nothing but contrast adjustments. The difference comes down to knowing which sliders control contrast globally and which ones do it locally, then applying each in the right place.
I've always wondered what goes through someone's mind when they decide to become a hater. Being a hater is a kind of job: you have to create fake accounts, which guarantee anonymity, and then, from those accounts, launch attacks against the object of your hatred.