When I went to the Belgian Grand Prix last year I took some bad pictures. Really bad pictures. I tried to capture the movement and failed. I tried to capture them in suspended animation and failed. My only option was to drag them all into Photoshop and try to bring about a miracle.
This was one of my pictures. Poor colour, no real definition, not the kind of thing you'd really want to hang on your wall. Photoshop was my only solution to haul this poor piece of photography away from its gloomy fate in my recycle bin...
I'm pretty proud of the finished outcome, but then again I love pictures like this. I'm a big fan of pop art and bold blocks of colour: they really are the pictures I'd hang on my wall - in fact I just might get that one printed.
One of the photos I took when I was with my cousin in Formby was one of these awful washed-out images that wasn't really going to win any awards, or even just wall space. I introduced it to Photoshop.
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