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fun with Photoshop CS5 content-aware (& texture)

In the lull between the last few weeks of craze before the next few weeks of insanity kicks in, I’ve taken advantage of some down time to backup, defrag and upgrade — including Adobe CS5. If you missed the live debut of Photoshop’s content-aware fill, this is what all the hype is about:

To test, I took a recent SOOC (straight out of the camera) original image:

I used CS5 to enhance the digital file as part of my usual workflow. Then I added a layer of texture to make the grunge wall behind my subject even more interesting:

Then I called my kids over to watch what they call “Stupid Photoshop Tricks.” I do this for two reasons: 1.) because it’s fun and 2.) because I think it’s important for kids to see how much manipulation goes into the images that bombard them. It’s just a healthy dose of realism.

I selected my subject:

And to my daughter’s horror (and her brother’s delight,) I hit the “delete” key:

The dialog box that came up had “content-aware” selected as default. I hit okay. And whereas my previous version of CS3 would have left the area inside the selection a blank, erased field of white for me to painstakingly recreate, CS5 took less than a minute to process a suggested fill for me:

Granted, it isn’t perfect; the lines in the brick walkway don’t exactly add up, for example. But as I selected the clone tool to fix them, I was surprised and thrilled to find in CS5, the clone tool shows me a mirror image of what I’m about to stamp — invaluable hours saved trying to blindly line-up matching pixels!

I did a little bit more to clean up the content aware, but very quickly and without spending too much thought:

And then, of course, I hit open apple-Z to step backward and reinsert my beautiful sunshine, this time within an altered, content-aware filled format:

A trained eye could easily spot the hurried indifference, but all told the whole process took us a little over three minutes. Amazing!

back to work

It was wonderful while it lasted, my time off, but equally as wonderful to get back behind lens — and just in time, as holiday season portraits kick off this week.

Last week, I packed up my gear and went to work at my children’s school. Their art teacher, Mrs. Boneo, is phenomenal. I’m working on two projects with her, silhouettes of 7th graders and an Andy Warholish template for 8th graders.

Just when I thought I had seen it all, an über-creative 7th grader stepped in front of me and announced, “I am a rock.”:)

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Annapolis

We spent the weekend in Annapolis with friends; this shot was taken on Main Street, just as we were leaving Nostalgia Cupcakes. Curious about the vegan cupcake, I asked what they substituted for eggs and milk. Their reply: chocolate.

Sold.

But as this is a photo blog, I should put down the to-die-for chocolate cupcake and get back to the Zeiss 35mm lens I’ve been experimenting with. It’s not as sharp as I was hoping it would be wide open (and/or at higher ISOs?), but I’m still getting to know it and am very encouraged by what I’ve seen in-studio at f/4. More on that as I finish editing last week’s stuff…

Nikon D700, Zeiss 35mm lens, f2 @ 1/8000 second, ISO 800

Nikon D700, Zeiss 35mm lens, f2 @ 1/8000 second, ISO 800

Reading is Fundamental

Today, the Summer 2009 issue of The Key fell through the mail drop and this was on the cover:

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This is the first time an editor has used me for both the cover photos and the cover feature story! That’s my daughter in the picture, my son holding an SB 800 Strobist-style to camera left.

On the back cover (below) is Quinn (originally posted here.)  All of my clients around the time I was writing this story were photographed as potential cover candidates, but I knew Quinn was a likely winner with those big blue eyes and a shirt to match.

Quinn

I didn’t realize until recently how much I miss my days as a writer. (Well, the writing part, anyhow. And the reading part; working for newspapers is the only job where you can be caught at your desk reading the paper and not get fired. And of course the off-beat social life. And the smell of ink. And the Glass House notes. And the sports desk that spoke its own language, the photo desk that could come back with a single image that said way more than all the writers and copy editors in the room combined, the art desk that lived in its own cult back there in the corner, the editorial desk that got the phones ringing and all that mail… But the 4 a.m. showtime to write for an 11 a.m. deadline, editors throwing things at me, basement quarters devoid of windows and plant life, that :ick: couch and again, the Glass House notes? Not so much.)

I could spend a whole post writing about the wonderful organization that is RIF — but that would be sort of redundant since I’ve already written a feature and a sidebar and I’m linking you to both.

So I guess the cat’s out of the bag: it’s true. I’m a writer masquerading as a photographer. But today is special because for the Summer 2009 issue, I get to be both.:)

Page 22-23

Page 22-23

Page 24-25

Page 24-25

fun with watercolor

more fun with photos

fellow photo enthusiasts, check this out: it’s a self-professed aesthetic quality inference engine that bills itself as providing intelligent, unbiased assessment of your photos. instantly.

golf

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Memorial Day weekend started early for us. My husband took a day off work, we poured our coffee into to-go cups and drove the kids to school on the way to the course. The golf course. To play golf.

I know! That’s what I said: I don’t play golf!

It all started at the school auction where my husband won several games at Top Golf. There’s only three in the U.S., and one of them is right in our backyard. The best I can describe it is that it’s like bowling, only with golf. We’ve had such great fun through this rainy spring season playing golf there with our kids.

Today was my first day on a real course. We played 9 holes on a par 3 (am I saying this correctly?). My husband gave me one of his monogramed golf balls to start. It took me 4 tries to hit it into the hole by the first flag.

On the second hole, concentrating very hard on all the things I’d been told (there’s so much to remember! Keep your left arm straight, relax, draw an imaginary straight line on the ground with the tip of your club as you swing, use your core to pull your swing, don’t try to kill the ball, make your club do the work for you, keep your eye on the ball, don’t lift your head…those of you who play have already heard all of this a gazillion times I’m certain. So I digress.), I wasn’t aware at first that I was no longer aiming at the monogrammed ball. Right about the time I noticed the sand trap, I saw he’d replaced the cute little sentimental ball with one stamped PRACTICE. !

Walking along the course, birds chirping background to a perfect Northern Virginia day, I caught myself really, really, really enjoying life.

We topped tonight off with dinner out with longtime and dear friends. Such a great way to start a holiday weekend. And even when it’s over, the end of the holiday means the opening of all the local pools and the beginning of summer. I love this time of year.

Have a happy and safe Memorial Day!

defocusing

defocus
verb ( -focused , -focusing or -focussed, -focussing) [ trans. ]
cause (an image, lens, or beam) to go out of focus : the filter lets you defocus all or part of an image.

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At the beach, for example, on vacation: why focus? Watching my husband toss a football to our son requires (of me) very little focus, yet captivates me completely. Dreamy recollections of a beach vacation don’t necessarily rely on the crisp details I demand of a lens.

Find it in the “first learn the rules, then learn to break them” chapter.

fun with photos

the Villella family

I stumbled across Shape Collage today, a free automatic collage maker, and plugged in some photos and VIOLA! Isn’t it fun?

Give it a try!

be careful what you wish for

you might just get it


Photographers Rights UK from Nick Turpin on Vimeo.

the print that never was

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In 1997, my husband and I moved to Tokyo. Expecting to take a gazillion photos to post on the webpage I maintained for friends and family in the States to follow along on our adventure (this was long before blogs hit the scene), I bought a digital AGFA camera. As planned, I shot at least a gazillion photos — and then along came our first baby and I shot a gazillion more. One of my all-time favorite photos of my newborn son was made with that camera. I was extremely frustrated with the lack of options for getting a good print of that image, even in tech-savvy Tokyo, and I sort of lost my enthusiasm for using digital. I upgraded my film camera twice since living in Tokyo, but during that same time I never upgraded my digital camera. For me, it’s always been about the print and I remained one of the lone holdouts in the (as a mother) consumer and (and a photographer) professional arenas shooting film.

Today, I thank God for that print that never was, but for another concern it has since raised. Every single digital file I shot in Tokyo was meticulously saved, backed up and backed up again, storing them on a remote server, on my hard drive and on an external drive. And every single one of them has spontaneously corrupted. Only six remain, and that’s because I found a program called SplashID that I can’t live without, and it came with Splash Photo and I just happened to upload some of my favorites to my Palm before they corrupted. (Thank you, Splash!)

“That’s great and all, but what’s this got to do with me?” you ask. And that’s where it gets interesting.

Each and every time you open, save and close a .jpg file, you lose data. .jpg files were created for maximum compression (which is inherent to data loss) and for viewing with the human eye, which is quite adept at filling in missing pixels. If you don’t believe me about the human eye, try printing my low-res favorite image posted above, the infamous photo I could never print; it looks like a newspaper photograph under a child’s magnifying glass. I didn’t even bother reducing it so someone wouldn’t steal it from my blog to market it elsewhere — it was low-res straight out of the camera in those days and therefore unprintable. On screen, it views fine. It’s one of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken in my life, and it’s (you guessed it) a .jpg. .jpgs are called “lossy” files in the industry, because they lose data. The more you open them, save them, close them, open them, edit them and save them again, the more lossy the file. If you really don’t believe me, google “.jpg lossy” and see for yourself.

I fear an entire generation of today’s children are going to emerge from childhood with no photographs to document their journey. My son is 8; it took only eight years for the digital files of him, albeit backed up with great intentions, to disappear. The average photo CD has a lifespan of about 3 years. THREE YEARS! That’s barely enough time to regroup from having a newborn in my world, let alone getting around to properly storing images. Gold-plated CDs have a 10-year lifespan under optimal storage conditions. OPTIMAL STORAGE CONDITIONS. Raise your hand if you’re one of those people who has actually gotten around to optimally storing your negatives and CDs and digital files. (The rest of us can jot a note on our list of things to do someday, right under “learn Spanish” and just before “trek across Europe.”)

Those of you who have been photographed by my studio received a box full of 4×6 prints in the mail. Other photographers tell me that I’m committing studio suicide by giving out so many prints with each session. “People are scanning them!” is the moniker in all the professional photographer magazines. And it’s true. I’ve been the victim of theft countless times as clients scan my photographs, sending them to Snapfish or Kodak or another online lab to have reprints made, both the client and the lab violating federal copyright laws. (Professional Photographers of America has a program that tracks this kind of illegal scanning and printing, and I have since enrolled to help protect my images.) But I can’t shake the experience of the photos from Tokyo. I continue to offer the box of prints for my clients because, although I would love to think that my photos remain a treasured part of their childhood in the decades to come, I would hate to think that they are the only images that made it to print before the digital files were lost.

I continued shooting my children with good old fashioned film until two years ago, when I was sufficiently satisfied that the quality of digital prints could rival at best even a mid-range black and white lab. I upload all of my professional digital files to Pictage, but I also utilize Lakeside Camera and Mpix and San Miguel Photo Lab for the photos I take of my family. All good labs for printing from digital files. But it isn’t only the print quality of digital that gives me pause; it’s the longevity of a digital file. I wish I could say that I diligently convert all .jpg files to .tiff files, but I don’t. Somewhere between learning Spanish and traveling Europe, I hope to accomplish that. For now, I backup, backup and backup.

And I print every good image.

I shoot RAW. Sometimes I shoot .jpg high, and then convert to .tiff once they’re on my hard drive.

And I shoot one roll of film to every six months of digital of my children. I have joined the Film Preservation Society at San Miguel Photo Lab, the best black and white film lab I’ve had the privilege of partnering with, and I can only tell you that even Christmas morning is nothing compared to unpacking a box of prints that I haven’t already previewed on an LCD — especially when I’m shooting T-MAX film in a trick $30 Holga I bought off the masterful Randy Smith. I take my Holga on all of our family vacations and I’ve found that by giving pause to consider each frame I shoot, my Holga photos are inherently different from my digital photos. Plus, we’re a beach family; our vacations involve sand, and sand is the deadliest enemy of a $5,000 digital SLR. The last thing I need to worry about on vacation is my equipment.

Yes, I shoot digital photos of my family; the debate of digital vs. film, in my world, really boils down to personal preference. I am and have always been (and am likely to remain) a technophile. I had my own website long before most of my friends even had email; I love Photoshop and the possibilities it brings to my images. And I love film and true black and white labs and the illusions of permanence in storing decades worth of negatives in pretty black notebooks.

But most importantly (and WHEW, finally, the conclusion), I love photographs. Digital or film, Nikon or Canon, actions or RAW presets … all of those things are simply tools in a photographer’s toolbox. My greatest aim is to pass on to my children the photographs that document their childhood so that they may one day enjoy the look back at all that is good and wonderful about today.