I recently had a chance to revisit one of my favorite historical landmarks in Manchester. That day my goal was to boost my depth of field skills and push a couple of "affordable" lenses to their limits. And I'll admit, I also wanted to keep up with my fearless colleagues who had risked frostbite and hypothermia to capture some gorgeous shots during last week's cold snap. I found the railroad roundhouse as I had last left her — abandoned, decaying, swathed in graffiti, languishing under the beating of another brutal New York winter. Some of the refuse had been cleared in preparation for a future renovation, but there was still plenty of chaos. "If this spectacular old girl could talk," I thought. "The stories she could tell." As I set up bracketed shots to compare with their HDR counterparts, bits and pieces of bygone conversations bounced around in my head: travelers saying goodbye or being welcomed home, railroad workers kibitzing, f...
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