The life of a photographer is so glamorous. Sandy beaches, partying with rock stars, watching blue lines crawl across the screen like a snail crawling along the edge of a straight razor (thank you Apocalypse Now.) My life is filled with more of the latter. There’s nothing like watching pixels slowly change from white to blue. I wish I was always able to use my computer for photo editing, nothing like an ssd and 16 gigs of ram to expedite the process.
I feel like the pixels are slowly burning a hole in my retina, but its better than the chemicals. Beats the Iritis that was caused by hours in the dark room.