I am preparing a new Italian photo package for the agency. And you know I can not concentrate on the pixels and the histogram in any way.
Instead I get carried away with thoughts in the distant June 2007. Imagine Italy, Florence, the weather changes every 10 minutes. As a result I do not stop twirling the tuning dial of the camera. I am absolutely happy with these kinds of cityscapes because I’m on the bell tower of Giotto. K. and two-year-old George are waiting for me downstairs savoring matchless Italian ice cream.
That there with sharpness and noises in my photo? I’ve returned in 2017.
Instead of output: the batch is already published.