Every day it seems like I try to color correct for air pollution.
I sit in front of the computer staring disheartened at the hundreds of photos that pass by my way and know, no matter what I do, there is no way to make them in the style that I want to.
Because if I had my way, the air would be clear, the images crisp, without the violent yellow or brownish haze. Without the distancing, the softening, the perceptible impossibility of perception. It can't help but disturb me.
Not long ago I stood on Dragon's Back in Hong Kong, looking down at the shining water and out at the perceptible haze. "It's nothing." They say... they claim. There are just dust particles in the air.
Dust particles... Particulates floating in the air, blurring our gaze, browning it. To fly through the glorious white clouds, only to find a brown layer sitting muddily and ugly on the top.
And I sit at the computer, trying to take out the yellow, the brown, heighten the colors, the sharpness, looking at the pictures and knowing, there's nothing I can do.
Because no matter the changes I make, no matter how hard I try to correct for the air... the pollution is still there.
I can't remove it from the pictures.
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