The new year has found me keeping to myself inside for these first couple of weeks, doing some reading, playing some games, and not a lot of new photography to contribute. It has me sometimes perusing some of my archives in search of trying something new, something different, something to inspire me. I suppose I have entered 2012 taking a breather before charging ahead.
Selective coloring on images really hasn’t been my cup of tea in the digital age, and it certainly isn’t anything new and adventurous. I actually enjoyed doing this in the “old days” with a set of Marshall’s Oils and a black and white print. Since then, I have read people call it irritating and trite. For some, I tend to agree. The black and white kid photo with a red strawberry, the urban street scene with a neon sign, or any number of things that have been done ad nauseam.
The labels and stigmas that we put on things seem to demotivate people from actually trying something that actually might work. Thou shalt be damned if you actually enjoy it. Then if you do cross that line, you are left with wondering if people are going to judge it solely because you have wandered into this forbidden territory. Well, let it be known I have wandered.
I came across this landscape in my archives and remembered how much I liked this line of yellow Aspens. I had the darndest time moving around this area trying to compose them into something I felt communicated that. In post review, they just didn’t hit me the way I remembered. The full color version is a nice scenic, with red hillsides and beautiful spruce to surround the area, but it wasn’t what I was really after. As such, I put the image aside.
I stopped on this image again recently and happened to be thinking back about those days with Marshall’s Oils. If this were a black and white print, I would take out a cotton swab and make those trees yellow. So I thought I would give it a try with selectively bringing the aspens through and I started liking where it was headed. Modern technology has made this a little easier than the days of hand painting such detail.
So there, I have done it. Damn me if you wish, banish me to the dungeons of been there, done that. But sometimes just like putting something in the center of the frame just feels right, this time, there is no question why my trees are yellow.