A few weeks ago I mentioned a side project I was working on involving a lot of of the same pictures of the mall here in Central Park. It’s been going oddly. Trying to shrink down 52 photos into a collage is tricky and there’s a lot lost when you make them small enough so the entire collage is manageable. It doesn’t look like I thought it would, which I guess is normal. One of the reasons for this is that I expected a nice pastiche of colors as the leaves turned, but those damned elms are sneaky and they moved from clothed to naked freakishly fast.
Another reason for it not looking the way it did in my mind is that I have no idea what I’m doing. Which I like. Photography is a hobby of mine and I want to keep it that way. I’m happy to learn things if I happen to bump into them tangentially but I’m not looking to think about it in the same way I think about writing. I like being stupid at it. So my photoshopping skills are less than extraordinary and I think maybe someone who had a clue could make the colors pop a bit more.
I’m muddling my way along, though, which leads me to the third reason it isn’t looking the way I thought it would, which is that I’m wondering if I still want it to be what I wanted it to be. I have an awful lot of these pictures and putting them together in various ways is producing unexpectedly pleasant results.
For example, here’s a nice quartet of shots from the different seasons: