My Monday Mission is to be creative with Photoshop. I imagine creative in this case is rightly interpreted to mean funny and clever, but I'm sticking with the traditional and open interpretation.
I've been working on a black and white series for our master bedroom. Below are two prints from it. Originally they were full color, but when I began looking at the image, I saw the sharp contrasts, shadows and light. I adjusted it to black and white, worked a bit on the brightness and contrast, and ended up with an image I really liked.
I'll mat and frame it, probably ending up at a final size of about 16x20.
A while back Stephanie asked me about my art and photography. Sadly, it's fallen to the wayside. Factors: time, both my digital cameras needed repair, and then I was robbed in Boston. As of last week, I have a digital camera again. Thankfully.
The photos are from our recent trip back up to Boston.
It seems like another life, the days that we lived there.
Before kids, this park was a place we went to often. It was more or less just across the street from my husband's office. I'd usually leave my office before him and I'd walk from Cambridge to Fanueil, by where he worked, and meet him and usually some other people, too, and head to one of the popular restaurant/bars nearby. It was usually fun, and we were usually running to catch the last train home.
But I preferred the nights when we went to Cambridge, instead. My experience of bars and restaurants in this area of downtown Boston were suited people always on some sort of make, sizing up, aware of labels and whether leather was real or fake. Cambridge was more relaxed, students and business casual sorts. You could ease back and be yourself, not worry too much about simply wearing a pair of chinos and company tee (with the dot com label of the moment) in Cambridge.
In Cambridge, it didn't seem to matter too much where you were from since so many were from elsewhere. In Cambridge, you hung out at pubs rather than Ooh La La Wine Bars, and the tables were often so close that the lines blurred about where your group ended and the next one began. I always met the most interesting people in Cambridge.
Sometimes I had a backpack with me. It was okay to have a backpack instead of a briefcase, in Cambridge. But it did often get me mistaken for a student, which wasn't wrong for a while, since for a while, I was one. I'd pretended I was going to get a Master's at Harvard by applying myself diligently in a writing and editing program, but quit when work and life got too hectic, always with a promise to go back and finish. Famous last words. The engineers at my company were nearly 100% MIT grads and they couldn't withhold their disgust that I'd chosen Harvard. Some of the debates could be quite hilariously fierce.
I did always prefer the more laid back, down to earth vibe I felt in Cambridge. Downtown financial district Boston was all $15 martinis, and Cambridge was a couple of bucks for a pint.
Or maybe mind games are just easier for me than social ones. I'm sure it's all subjective.
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