The raw and the cooked

There was a heated discussion a few years ago about how much manipulation of a digital photo is acceptable, or at least ethical. The context was the yearly nomination of the press photo of the year here in Denmark. To check that the photos had not been “doctored”, the committee demanded to see the “original”: One of the nominated photos was of a refugee camp somewhere. The “original” seemed very dark in the foreground, I assume shot like that to preserve detail in the sky. The entered photo had a very different tone balance and contrast, and also looked as if it had been run through some pseudo-HDR plugin. But it did not seem that anything was added or removed otherwise.

Recent reads

Or, as the first title was: Red Tyll. But that only makes sense to me. I read Hari Kunzru’s Red Pill and Daniel Kehlmann’s Tyll back-to-back. But not only that: it appears that Kunzru and Kehlmann actually know other and at some point were in residence at some institute at the same time. Apart from that, I will claim that the two books have things in common.

On baking

I had long had a plan about getting back into making bread again. Because I did, once. Sometimes even successfully, other times not so much—but it is a learning experience when you face failure.