Time for my annual New Year’s tradition, written in the wee hours of New Year’s Eve, reflecting back on the previous year through the context of the photographs I’ve created, and picking my favorite images.
The last couple of years have seen attacks on the very definition of truth. These attacks have been motivated by political positions as well as interference from other countries, but they are also enabled by technology. Image manipulation has been done for as long as images have been created, going back to the very beginning of photography.
This is my now traditional New Year’s post, written in the late hours of December 31st, sipping something delicious while waiting for Midnight. Like previous years summaries, this entry is a bit of a year end summary and a selection of my best photographic efforts for the year that reflect where the year has taken me.
What follows is a small sampling of the hundreds of racers that appeared out on the salt flats to see how fast their equipment can take them. It is hard to express the scale of the racing out here without some form of arial photography, so I have focused on the desolation of racing out here.
This Sony RX100 III is an amazing little camera. If this camera had been in my possession 4yrs ago, it would have been the penultimate camera of the time able to compete with even the then high end DSLRs.
If you need another reason to dump that heavy DSLR gear, I am going to give you an orthopedic perspective: think about your back. The title may be a bit hyperbolic, but I’m not feeling particularly charitable towards larger and heavier cameras right now.
Cuba is world renowned for the number of old American automobiles from the 1950s and 1960s still on the streets. Before coming to Cuba, my impression was that there would be quite a few, but Duncan and I were simply not prepared for how many automobiles from those eras are in routine use in Cuba