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Friday
26Jun

Adobe raises the bar again with DNG Opcodes

Adobe has updated its recent camera RAW offering to allow camera specific image correction information to be detailed within the DNG RAW file format.  This is great news as it allows the heavy lifting of compensating for certain camera-specific quirks, like the LX3 barrel distortion, to be performed on the computer where there is often an abundance of processing power rather than having to do it in-camera where there is often a significant performance penalty.

Adobe has called these corrections opcodes and for me and my LX3 this is very good news.  Following on from my previous post on not running the RW2 to DNG file conversion http://bit.ly/RRevU I can happy say that this issue has been resolved.

I am really really impressed with the speed Adobe seem to be able to move on issues like this and hope this will give camera manufacturers who aren't yet offering in camera DNG confidence in an excellent long-term archival format. 

I will be posting an update about my move from Aperture to Lightroom, but for now Lightroom can perfectly process RAW data from my carry around compact while Aperture can only render distorted thumbnails.

The latest DNG specification

Good summary over on dpreview.com

 

Tuesday
23Jun

Story of a Trunk, Part 3

Story of a Trunk, Part 3 

So now we get to the last photograph in this series. Story of a Trunk, Part 3.

This is a much happier photograph that is all about saying farewell and about new beginnings far from 'home'. It is a picture about choices that led to our new life here in beautiful Melbourne town. It is important because it is one of the few that directly ties my new home to my old one far across the Indian Ocean.

The trunks are now done, I thank you for your momentary indulgence.

Monday
22Jun

Old Melbourne Town


Old Melbourne Town, originally uploaded by Stuart Forsyth.

Took a slow meander up towards Flagstaff Station tonight. Had the weirdest sense of being somehow removed from the bustle that was around me. I think it had something to do with catching the silhouette of this tree against a darkening sky framed by the tall buildings to either side. After I had stopped to take this photograph, the rest of the urgency I usually feel about rushing home for dinner and helping with homework and school lunches evaporated. It was a very odd Matrix like moment, the bustle happens all around you but you are floating somewhere apart from it all.

Quite nice actually.

Photographically little was done in post apart from bringing back a bit of the detail in the shadows and a little ninja lens distortion correction; the building are no longer bowing in towards the top of the photo which makes for a nice change.

Wednesday
17Jun

Melbourne at Night


Melbourne at Night, originally uploaded by Stuart Forsyth.

Walking to my car this evening I was struck by how beautiful the city is at night and how few people stop to take notice of it. Melbourne is a wonderful city to live in, to work in and to photograph.

Tuesday
16Jun

Story of a Trunk, Part 2

Story of a Trunk, Part 2

There is a myopic outlook which falls into place when there is the threat of bodily harm to you and your loved ones. It taps a primal rage, not a chest-beating simian showmanship, but a deeply quiet and determined steel which is honed like a razor's edge and will cut through the untempered mental constructs of an upbringing of privilege and comfort.

This is the next photo which continues the story I started telling last night. It speaks to the comfort of cold steel in the endless stretches of night as the alarms go off in houses nearby followed soon by the sounds of sirens and the angry buzz of helicopters overhead.

It is knowing that years of training and high capacity magazines of tiered hollow point and full metal jackets might give you a chance against the armed intruders coming to have their way with your loved ones. It is the quiet ice-hardened resolution that knows, with the last inch of your being, your loved ones will not be killed slowly over the course of the night by horny laughing madmen and a hot iron.

And so passes my second photograph of three.  I beg your pardon if my rambling catharsis sparked by old photographs and memories leaves an unsavoury taste on your pallet; I will be done soon and return to happier climes.