|I want that dress. MUM Y U NO KEEP THE DRESS?|
(Mum, if you're reading, stop snouting.)
The photos have arrived and they're a bit battered. I get into work early every day, as we try to drive to Bath to beat the traffic, and that means before work starts I've got time to scan the photos and tidy them up in Photoshop, removing battered corners and the worst of the age-related speckling. I can't make them perfect, my skills aren't that advanced, but I can repair the worst of the damage. There's something satisfying about taking out the rips and creases so the actual picture, not the damage, shows through. People can be really sniffy about Photoshop, and it gets used as a by-word for over-the-top image manipulation, but like any tool you can use it as delicately or as crudely as you please. It's great for adjusting lighting, or correcting colours if a picture was taken somewhere with very blue or yellow light, or achieving really creative results. For mum's photos, though, I'm simply using it for correction.