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hdr photography. without a tripod and with photoshop.

aka, how you’re not supposed to do it.

The story: I pulled a Forrest Gump today and ran* to the ocean**, and then I turned around and ran back. I also took some photoz, which Forrest Gump didn’t do, and I also didn’t grow a beard, sooooo. I don’t know where I’m going with this.

The photography snob in me dictates that you shouldn’t do HDR unless you can do it well. (don’t, like, look at these photos closely or zoom on them or whatever. just don’t.) But here I am. In the tiny form that they are in this text post box, I kinda dig em.

*This is a lie. I walked. It was far yo.

**by ocean I mean SF bay but whatever they’re all connected.