flexing my color editing muscles so they don't fatigue. and trying to get df shots to look better. (i think i had rly forgotten that choice of demosaicer matters and that if i don't hit the photo with some noise reduction then my saturation blasting will make sure that noise eats the whole image loll)
she went to the diner with us because it was important that the waitress there met her
return of subtle toning, this time less subtle (but still subtle)
july '25
all these years and hundreds of miles and i'm still playing videogames with people late into the night where the best move for hot food and snacks is to go down to the local gas station. truly a time honored tradition
you read about the usa 100 years ago and you go "damn it sounds like getting attacked by wild dogs was like a coming of age thing- a sort of tragedy that befell the old masters, that necessitated a whole profession around catching and preventing the formation of roving dog packs, what happened to us as a country? why don't i ever get attacked by wild dogs like the artists whose work so inspires me?" and then it happens to you and you go "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh I See"
wet fall my beloved
pwyc all ages punk continues to be where it's at, also the bookstore it was at is quite cool
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the 2nd one is so cool