Lushfoil Photography Sim review
In Iceland, when the mists descend, perspective is scrambled. Robbed of context and references, the very small can be mistaken for the very large. A boulder becomes a mountain. A stream becomes a river. With a camera in hand, it's a pleasant task to wander around the pitted black earth and hunt for these instances. Frame things just right, leaving out the tell-tale stakes of a fence or a tentative spreading of moss, and you can create your own Himalayas. The eye is eager to be tricked. The brain is eager to fill in any absences. Click. Read more
In Iceland, when the mists descend, perspective is scrambled. Robbed of context and references, the very small can be mistaken for the very large. A boulder becomes a mountain. A stream becomes a river. With a camera in hand, it's a pleasant task to wander around the pitted black earth and hunt for these instances. Frame things just right, leaving out the tell-tale stakes of a fence or a tentative spreading of moss, and you can create your own Himalayas. The eye is eager to be tricked. The brain is eager to fill in any absences. Click.
