I have always liked the smell of molten tar. I don’t really know why but tar and petrol have always been a great source of nasal enjoyment for me. I mean, I would not go frolicking in a sundress, barefooted with daisies in my hair through either of them but I would happily buy a candle of each, ‘odor de petroleum’, or ‘the burning sense of tarmac’. Sure Boss would love that.
I was drawn to this scene by the billowing smoke cloud. My senses were systematically taken over with vivid flashbacks, all at once, like a dream, impactful. In a flash my memory was charged with hints of childhood summers, trips to the garage for a pack of smokes – which is a separate memory from the childhood summers… but only by a few years, hints of petrichor and a reminder of good friends. The workers continued as I indulged in my daydream delusion and when the magic happened. This cloud blossomed and I snapped, as in the shutter, not as in I snapped, had a breakdown and was subsequently committed… although that is also possible, anything is possible, I suppose.
The original is a little grey but so was the day so I wasn’t expecting much pop. In post production I lightened the image overall and added a little extra vibrancy to the colours. This way I got the pop I wanted.
I rather like it but your thoughts and comments are always welcome.