Yep, we’ve all been there “Post Processing Hell”. We get home from a great day of photography, never has trip into the field ever been so good. A banner day, a week, or fortnight, a shooting spree is good for the soul, the fresh air, the nature, the camaraderie of like minded souls traipsing across the landscape, and then it’s over. You have filled every card in your bag and the excess onto your laptop, and then you realize, it’s time to go into post processing hell”. Into the office, den, or basement we go to sort our trophies from our failures. Our workflow stage begins that compresses our butts, boodshoots our eyes, and convolutes our spines until we resemble the predessors our Pliocene epoch distant cousins homo erectus. Oh the joy of photography!
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