View from Craggy Gardens,
Blue Ridge Parkway, NC Before returning from 10 days of photography in and around Boone, North Carolina, I created an outline of the photographs I had created..
Troutsong 2013 (where I stayed)
a. Barns
b. Farms
c. Waterfalls
d. Streams
1. Howard's Creek
2. Route 221
And on it went.
When I opened Lightroom 4, I created the folder and files as I went along, choosing the images for each file, renaming them with the location name added to the original camera number and successive numbers.Lightroom made them alphbetically correct.
When I edit an image it gets a name with the edit number as a "save as." I keep all layers and save as a tiff. I keep all layers in case I want to change something later, or use a different layer as the print later. Each layer is labeled: "sharpened" or "noise reduction" or "highlight shadow adjustment."
I know that some photographers merged all layers when finished editing, in order to save space. But our approaches change over time as we change. I keep all photographs, because "you never know" when what I dismissed as unusable, becomes an image I see possibilities. Or, my new edition of Photoshop CS6 or 7 or 15 makes something new possible.
That's a good approach to base a life on: no one is finished. No one word or act is the final word.
A friend of mine Ted Kempel wrote a short reflection called "The Gift of Being Unfinished." With a photograph, I just come to a stopping point for that day. I might pick it up again later, or not. Or as the Quakers say, "I am laying it down." I could pick it up again later or not. It's such a kind and merciful way to live. I never know how another person will change; no on is ever finished. there is no last word on any of us. One experience is never the last word on that person, or the last word on me.
The photograph above was created at Craggy Gardens on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It is about 3700 feet above sea level, with odd shaped trees and rhododendron. Each time I've been there, I've gotten a ways down the path. I hear thunder, and feel drops of rain, I head back to the car, fast, with equipment under my shirt. And long before I get there, it is raining like crazy. The image is after the rain stopped. I hopped out of the car with drips still here and there. Below is another of the clouds racing up the side of a mountain.
In the next blog I'll print "The Gift of Being Un
Troutsong 2013 (where I stayed)
a. Barns
b. Farms
c. Waterfalls
d. Streams
1. Howard's Creek
2. Route 221
And on it went.
When I opened Lightroom 4, I created the folder and files as I went along, choosing the images for each file, renaming them with the location name added to the original camera number and successive numbers.Lightroom made them alphbetically correct.
When I edit an image it gets a name with the edit number as a "save as." I keep all layers and save as a tiff. I keep all layers in case I want to change something later, or use a different layer as the print later. Each layer is labeled: "sharpened" or "noise reduction" or "highlight shadow adjustment."
I know that some photographers merged all layers when finished editing, in order to save space. But our approaches change over time as we change. I keep all photographs, because "you never know" when what I dismissed as unusable, becomes an image I see possibilities. Or, my new edition of Photoshop CS6 or 7 or 15 makes something new possible.
That's a good approach to base a life on: no one is finished. No one word or act is the final word.
A friend of mine Ted Kempel wrote a short reflection called "The Gift of Being Unfinished." With a photograph, I just come to a stopping point for that day. I might pick it up again later, or not. Or as the Quakers say, "I am laying it down." I could pick it up again later or not. It's such a kind and merciful way to live. I never know how another person will change; no on is ever finished. there is no last word on any of us. One experience is never the last word on that person, or the last word on me.
The photograph above was created at Craggy Gardens on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It is about 3700 feet above sea level, with odd shaped trees and rhododendron. Each time I've been there, I've gotten a ways down the path. I hear thunder, and feel drops of rain, I head back to the car, fast, with equipment under my shirt. And long before I get there, it is raining like crazy. The image is after the rain stopped. I hopped out of the car with drips still here and there. Below is another of the clouds racing up the side of a mountain.
In the next blog I'll print "The Gift of Being Un
View from Craggy Gardens
Blue Ridge Parkways, NC
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