The Workshop: A Day in the Night Life (a.k.a. "Bus Time")

"How do I make this more yellow?" Eric asked, looking up from his station in
the digital bus. Beside him sat his dad on one side and Betty on the other.
"What about using the curves editor?" Steve said, moving toward him from
his seat at the end of the bus. He had been working on posting the
students' work from the day into their web galleries. Steve sat with Eric,
talking him through the intricacies of Photoshop. "I really like this
shot." It was of a huge red-colored rock inside Arches National Park set
against a blue sky and framed within what looked to be an arch. "You've got
talent." Eric smiled, then continued clicking away.

Behind Steve and Eric, people worked on their photos, sitting
side-by-side and spanning ten work stations. Hannah was saturating an
overall shot of Canyonlands darker and lighter, playing with the midtones
and highlights. Her face showed delight as she fine-tuned the adjustments.
On one side of her, Ruth played with an image of Andrew in his
sports car. She had been taking portraits of the other workshop
particpants, trying to capture them as they captured the national parks.
She was exploring a suggestion from Steve to crop in tighter.
"I'm writing about you," Nikki said as Ruth stood up to inspect her photo in
the viewing light. "For the website."

"Every group's got its eccentricities," she said, eye twinkling. "This
photo's a little green, don't you think? But look at his hair!" She
returned to her station, stopping to look at her son's screen on the way.
"What do you think of this?" Andrew asked. He was fiddling with a
photo he had taken at sunset a few nights previously. The group had watched
the sunset in Bryce Canyon, and, at Sunset Point, witnessed the workshop's first
southwest summer lightning storm roll in. Some had been next to their tripods
standing, some had been seated, and others had been moving from point to
point, experimenting with different perspectives of Bryce's distinctive
hoodoos as the light changed. When the sky began to darken, they all set
their cameras on the distant flashes. Leaving the camera lenses open for a
long exposure was the only way to catch lightning in action, and they all
filled up their memory cards, trying to capture the flashes. "Whoop!"
Andrew had said suddenly, lighting up the group with his excitement. "I
got it!"

"It's good," Ruth said. "Awesome shot." Andrew smiled and went back to his
color corrections. Thomas sat between Andrew and Ruth, working on his
photos and explaining when they complained about some Photoshop problem,
that he had not writen that part of the program.

"Is this color more acceptable?" the other Andrew asked. "Or is it too yellow?"
He was also working on his personal gallery. Steve had just told him to
adjust his photos and make them less yellow for the website. In the bus,
his gallery was a little different than the website gallery. In the space
above him on the bus, in his personal gallery, he was working on a Harley
Collection. "These are the participants for the next workshop," Andrew
had said when he had printed his first photo of bikers and their bikes. By
this point in the workshop, Andrew had not only recruited new workshop
students and photographed them, but he had befriended other riders from
Belgium, photographed them, and printed out a copy for them to take home.
The bus had been on site at Balanced Rock at Arches that day, and the bikers
were delighted to see the eBus and Andrew.

"Steve, what about cropping it here?" Betty asked, asking for some help.
"I like the curve of the eroding rock, but I also like the
green next to the river." She was working on a photo taken earlier in the
day at Canyonlands National Park. He looked over her shoulder, then started
making suggestions. "I hadn't thought of that," she said. "Thanks, Steve.
This is very cool." She met his eye and smiled, then tried his suggestions.
Steve returned to his web editing.

"How do you think Nick set-up the file sharing?" Steve asked nobody in particular, toying
with John's additions for the day. John had added one of the storm brewing
over Bryce Canyon. It was Nick's birthday, so he had left his post as
computer guru to watch the full moon and an annual meteor shower with his
dad. The cake at dinner had been for his, the third birthday so far on the
workshop. "We should rename this the birthday workshop," Thomas
had joked at dinner as he had been handed his plate of ice cream
cake.

"Let me see." Hannah opened the web browser on her machine. The bus'
satellite allowed them to access the internet from their workstations.
"Mike, is the satellite running?" The driver looked up from his seat on the
bench in front of the bus.

"Yeah, yeah, the satellite, it goes." In addition to driving the bus, Mike
has been running the server and the satellite. Hannah had made him a print
of a digital image of himself in the bus that he hung to create his own
personal gallery-- but in the cockpit. The pilot of our ship.