I’ve been at a training camp in Inner Mongolia the last few weeks. Inner Mongolia is a region in China that borders Mongolia proper. It’s supposed to be quite beautiful out in the grasslands. I wouldn’t know because I’m basically locked in a training compound in the industrial part of a non-discript, not so attractive small city. The famous prairie lands of Northern China are covered in open cut mines and telegraph poles. The light in the evening is incredible but there is absolutely nothing to shoot out here. And the job is...probably best I move on from the job and keep things from getting depressing.
So to kill time between training sessions, I’ve gone back through old photos. Partly to remember times when I was much happier and travel was an adventure, not a chore, and partly to practice a bit of editing.
For the record, editing photos was around even in the film days. It’s just part of the photo process these days. Editing won’t fix a bad photo, never has never will. But as you master it...and I am years from doing that...it allows you to reimagine a photo. You can give it a new spin, change the mood or the style of the photo. You can add meaning, make the photo more dream like or look older, it’s really up to you.
I’m definitely on the record as a fan of Paris. It truly is a magical city and I still punch myself that I once called it home. When I head back there I have maintained enough of the language to be able to communicate so wandering the streets just feels so easy.
I can’t be there at the moment so I’ve taken to reimagining Parisian scenes, mostly the classics but a nice mixture and seeing what I can do. Some have been improved. Some were bad photos to begin with and unsalvageable.
Most importantly it’s been giving me a creative outlet and whiled away the hours here in not very exciting Inner Mongolia. I’m not there in body but at least I am there in spirit.