I often mention here at Blue Speckled Pup my lack of a relationship with Photoshop. I have never used photoshop on any of the photographs I’ve taken and posted here, admittedly in part because I don’t have a clue how to operate the program, but mostly because I’m tired of living in a world where every image I see is manipulated beyond belief.
People used to claim a picture was worth a thousand words. Now it seems a photo is worth a thousand minutes of editing, before it’s published. Maybe it’s worth a thousand guesses at what the original image used to be.
The most editing you’ll see here is the occasional crop of a photo, since I don’t have money right now to shoot with anything more snazzy than my Canon PowerShot SD1400 IS, and I can’t always envision the final product when I’m snapping shots. For those lost in the numbers, mine is a tiny, inexpensive point-and-shoot camera, and I bought it largely because it’s hot pink. If I really want to jazz things up, I’ll sometimes flip a photo into black and white or sepia, but it ends there.
Okay, okay. A few times I’ve edited out identifying details like house or license plate numbers, for the sake of privacy. I don’t consider that photo manipulation as such; I also do it clumsily using iPhoto.
But I digress. What I really want to know is why we’ve become so obsessed with editing reality. There are a zillion awesome things in the world. Whether you believe the incredible things in our world exist because of a higher power, mother nature, or a very happy coincidence, you really do have to admit there are things we just shouldn’t mess with.
To prove my point, I’m sharing a few shots from our recent belated honeymoon to Hawaii. These are raw images, pulled directly off my little camera, completely untouched and not even cropped. Photoshop has no place in the beauty of things all around us, none whatsoever.
As far as I’m concerned, these photos have very little to do with me. Yes, I took them, but I’m really just the messenger for the astounding beauty of the things I saw.
I enjoy photos that were taken years ago, when images were developed in darkrooms and people didn’t just brush the imperfections out of photographs before publishing them. Photography used to document the world, not alter it. I miss that.
I looked through all the photographs I took on our trip for the first time tonight, and this post stems from my awe at the things we were lucky enough to see in Hawaii. Just as there seems to be a movement away from the glut of manufactured and manipulated foods so easily accessible in this modern time, I wish we could do the same things with the feasts for our eyes.
While I don’t have a problem with digitally removing a pimple or a panty line, the sheer falseness in most modern media is frightening. Just as becoming accustomed to artificial flavours make the deliciousness of natural things pale by comparison. I worry that we are becoming so used to the dazzling images presented to us in the media, of things, people, and places that don’t actually exist as presented, that we will eventually–and sooner than we imagine–fail to respond as we should to the actual world we live in. Real life and real human beings will simply disappoint us. This shift is already evident in the body image and eating disorders dangerously common among girls and women.
Take a minute or two sometime soon to appreciate the real world. It’s pretty darn wonderful, if you give it the opportunity.
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