While my husband went to the viewing, I sat down with my laptop to do some editing with Photoshop on some of the old slides I had scanned. For whatever reasons--old film, the actual color tendency of the slides when taken, too much light, too little light--some of the slides don't have the "trueness" of color and lighting that my current photos do.
So I was fiddling around, trying to adjust some of these photos when my son sat down next to me. Now, perhaps it helps to know that he is a "Senior Software Engineer" (I think I got that right) in his employment. So, I was not surprised that he knew more than I where computers and programs are concerned. What did surprise me (a bit) was that Photoshop was one of the programs he has mastered. He might not claim mastery--but, trust me, compared to my knowledge, he has mastered it.
We were trying to adjust this photo. First day home for our daughter--this photo was taken on a brilliant sunshiny fall day--the sun was streaming in the window, so when the men in my life sat down with the new little girl in my life, I closed the drapes. The result? Their faces are in the dark, and light keeps on streaming in the window. And the overall cast of the photo was yellow.
So, my son began tinkering with Photoshop--showing me new tricks all along the way. We used layers (didn't know how to do that); we used the magic tool wand, selecting portions of the photo; we used increasing and decreasing color.
Here's where the patience part comes in--the trick to doing any of this successfully is to do a little, check it, keep it or not, then do a little bit more. Back and forth, back and forth. This tedious but productive process is something that my son excels at. It's part of what makes him a good "computer" guy.
And I do understand his approach--it is very akin to my approach in editing this blog, for example. I want the font just so. I want the spacing just right. And I want the photo placements just here. So I go back and forth. I probably edit EACH blog I write three or four times at a minimum. And if I find a spelling or grammatical mistake--oh, oh. Must. . . fix. . . it. . . now. (It is this insistence on presenting a document perfectly that I apply to my students' papers, and as a result drive them crazy.)
But I am most grateful for the Photoshop lesson--after all, I have several more boxes (that's right--BOXES) of slides to go in the basement.