5:30 a.m. – July 9, 2008 . . . as usual, I got to the office an hour before everyone else. I settled in my chair, resting bones weary from what now I consider youthful 55 years of life.
I poured a coffee from my thermos as I waited for Windows XP to wake up. Yes, I used to bring my own coffee from home . . . office coffee is the pits; not bad if I make it, but no one likes how I make it, and I don’t like how everyone else makes it, so thermos from home it is.
As the machine wheezed, coughed, whirled, and blinked through a number of useless screens (to fast to read, and too slow for practical purpose), I felt the familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach . . . “Uh-oh!” I thought to myself, “not again!“
My worst fears quickly coalesced into certainty; I was hungry. Well, what passes for hunger in people who have never been truly hungry . . . it’s actually a mild panic attack triggered by not having eaten in 30 minutes or so.
I looked around, anxious to squelch the feeling before it grew and forced me to crack open my snack drawer. I mean, I had no qualms getting into my snack drawer, but once I started in on the Maria Cookies, move on to the pecans and almonds, and tapped the Pavesini, I would hit a stride that would have me snacking all day long.
I needed a culinary diversion; something that would tell my brain “Yo, bro; looks like we ate . . . you can relax now!”
Tearing my eyes away from the drawer, I looked at the meager snacks I had brought from home . . . an apple, a couple of bananas, two clementines, some bread sticks, pinza with Nutella, a couple of plain pinza bread slices cut up into cubes, a ziplock bag with a couple of fig Newtons, and a few pieces of dried pineapple.
I hated starting into my morning snacks for it would mean I would run out before lunch, and I might go a few minutes having to fight my food craving, but on the other hand, I was doing that now. I reached for the clementines.
As I often do, I peeled them in such a way as to leave one complete piece of rind. I was about to throw the rind away when I saw a blue folder . . .
It looked interesting, and I snapped a few photos. While it does look interesting, what I really had in mind was trying my hand at various filters.
What do you know?! . . . nearly six years later, I finally do just that. This is a treatment that aims to duplicate the old tintype photographic plates.
I moved the rind a bit and took another photo . . .
. . . and six years later I tried another preset.
I don’t recall the name of that preset, and I did not bother writing them down; some of the treatments are from onOne’s Perfect B&W, some from Topaz B&W 2, and some from DxO’s Film pack . . . frankly, I did not pay much attention, and just ran with whatever looked good to me at the moment.
. . . I really should do a proper comparison of the products . . .
“Wait just a second! We only see two presets!“
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