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A few days go by. I dump the memory card to my computer. Like the rest of them, her photo is shit. If I were a better photographer, I'd be able to do this all correctly in-camera. Flat colors. Overexposed like a camwhore "glamour" picture. Green skin. I dig into the raw file. Adjust exposure and tone curve to recover blown highlights. Manual white balance in increments of 25 Kelvin. De-noise. I've managed to get the composition right in-camera so I've saved myself some cropping and straightening. Curves. More curves. Stand up, smoke a cigarette, unload a few more boxes of books from my car into my half-furnished apartment, then come back to look at this thing again with fresh eyes. Even more curves. Resize. Unsharp mask. And now it's time to move on to the next one.