…but at first, I didn’t really even think I was going to touch this shot. The raw, unedited picture (which I can’t be bothered to post on here because it’s on my laptop, which is all the way downstairs, and I don’t really want to leave my computer chair right now :p) was completely washed out, slightly more tilted, and the highlights were blown to hell. Wasn’t really an obvious keeper in a day that was full of some other really nice portrait shots taken with my snazzy 50mm f1.8 lens.
Actually, I think I was just trailing behind at the end of our hike back down from the peak of the Stairway To Heaven in Vernon, my tiny kit 16-50mm screwed onto my Sony, just randomly snapping pictures out of slight exhaustion when I got this.
Not exactly an honest shot – the sky was starting to unfold from an otherwise dreary and overcast day in these light pinks and oranges, but nothing as cinematically sepia as this – but I like what came of trying to make something out of a picture that I normally would have tossed.
There’s an argument floating around out there that doing photography for the sake of memory tends to cheapen the moment. That going through the motions of dressing up an image with fancy editing tricks and going out of your way to shoot photos in these moments detracts from the very act of being there. Far be it from me to argue. Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions, right?
Everyone’s got their own way to try and make a moment immortal. Everyone’s got their own way to respect how short this all is.
I took this picture while my girlfriend and I were wandering around this patch of green owned by the university I go to.
It’s a nice little spot with a few trails that branch off up hills and through the woods – a good place to just set out and get lost for a little while, you know, walk from tree to tree and just breathe it all in. That being said, my sense of direction is absolutely terrible, and I didn’t follow Paige’s sage advice of “let’s take a picture of the trail map”. In my defense, though, I don’t think too many people actually ended up doing that either. We ran into two different groups – one asking where the bamboo gardens were (fuck if I knew – I probably sent them off in the one direction with my vague answer), and the other shuffling hastily around us, trying not to make eye contact and make it weird. Eventually we came across this post, and a little ID sticker slapped on it grabbed my attention. I just had to laugh after I read it.
Because…well, me either, person. Me fuckin’ either.