There was a time before Photoshop and digital cameras.
For me that was about 15 years ago.
The three images here tell a little of the story. The first, a sheep on a hillside somewhere near Cymystwyth in Ceredigion, provided the raw material for a renaissance in my interest in photography. It was shot on film, one of the last rolls I would expose for about five or six years.
For a couple of years I’d been scanning old family photos and cleaning them up and scanning old postcards to sell on eBay. I was using Photoshop as a touch-up and crop program.
With the hardware and software to hand it wasn’t long before I was scanning the occasional good photo that was coming back from the photo lab in St Mary’s Street.
The scanner and computer would conspire often to make this a headbangingly and thus painfully slow process.
I doubt I did much to it once I had it on screen. But I liked doing it and I soon ran out of my own images to scan and ‘mess with’.
It wasn’t hard to persuade myself that the emulsion was now the costly bottleneck. Calculating that the money saved on film and crappy quality processing could fund a new camera.
Hello Fuji FinePix 4900z!
What a lovely little camera you were.
And so began the years of expensive recording media and expensive storage media and hard drives that were over-filled. Oh and the damned printer and the rip-off ink. What happened to those savings I had promised myself? Not the earliest of adopters, I, but early enough to remember now puny memory cards that cost… well never mind, they cost a lot.
So, the two remaining images represent the ‘up’ side, my newly roused enthusiasm for getting out and about, and bleary-eyed learning sessions manipulating multiple images.
Here we have some rather lovely Camelias melded with pearl like rain drops. I had that one praised in AP.
The other is what happens when sunsets and Shevaughn collide with the stableyard at Llanerchaeron.