The Olympics of the photo manipulation

I used to not alter my photos because, well, they were always perfect. Yeah. Right. I had neither a computer, a digital camera or the patience to do all of that. But now that I have some time on my hands and a little more patience, I’ve decided to post several versions of the same photo for me to see which one I like best and of course, which one my HUGE reading public likes. By HUGE I mean all three of you.

This is a picture I took on the T, public transportation in Boston. I know, right? Natalia on public transportation, but stranger things have happened.

Anyway, here goes:

I think its a nice photo, but its missing that extra special something. Ok, here it is cropped:

Cropped more and in sepia, an old favorite of mine:

Cropped even more, black and white:

Cropped even more, in sepia:

To all you haters out there, I can take pictures, see?

On second thought….

Here is the original of the warehouse industrial photo that is b&w below. I had all day to look at it and I grew to like the blue. So, you, my viewing public comment on which one you like better. And, there is no spelling to be corrected here.

My bus trip to Washington DC

My tributes to great American artists continue. This time, its Jeff Koons. What I am trying to get across is the commercialization of our American cities and the death of individuality. NOT! I liked the sprinkles on the donut and of course I had the camera with me. What else is new?

A picture is worth a thousand words in this case. Here is my arm and my half drank coffee from Dunkin’ Donuts. I snapped this photo after I sat down at another seat, but decided there wasn’t enough space. When I got up, the girl I was sitting next to burst in tears. I’ve made people cry before, but never that quickly.

Here are my fellow travelers. I didn’t take a picture of the girl who cried. Sarcastic, yes, but mean I am not.