Thanks, Glenn. To me editing a photo is like tuning a drum, wherein I follow one basic principle: after ten or fifteen minutes of fucking around, all drums are perfectly tuned... ;-)
Makes sense to me. Hey, did I ever tell you about that time I went down to that little place on Frenchmen Street where a couple of friends of mine would be playing and singing, and I watched the drummer tune her drums? It was fascinating. That was the same night one of the guys at my table went loco and tried to strangle and knife another guy at the same table. Did I tell you about that? No? Maybe one day ... Everything's fine now. They're still friends.
Glenn, As I've said before, I look forward to the day when we can sit down together and trade "war stories" over drinks. I was tuning my drums for a sound check at a bar one afternoon during a darts tournament...
I like. I have trouble with contrasts in scenes like this. You done good.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Glenn. To me editing a photo is like tuning a drum, wherein I follow one basic principle: after ten or fifteen minutes of fucking around, all drums are perfectly tuned... ;-)
ReplyDeleteMakes sense to me. Hey, did I ever tell you about that time I went down to that little place on Frenchmen Street where a couple of friends of mine would be playing and singing, and I watched the drummer tune her drums? It was fascinating. That was the same night one of the guys at my table went loco and tried to strangle and knife another guy at the same table. Did I tell you about that? No? Maybe one day ... Everything's fine now. They're still friends.
ReplyDeleteGlenn,
ReplyDeleteAs I've said before, I look forward to the day when we can sit down together and trade "war stories" over drinks. I was tuning my drums for a sound check at a bar one afternoon during a darts tournament...