Why Forests Fight Your Camera (And How to Stop Losing the Battle)
The Lie the Histogram Tells You I was standing in an old-growth Douglas fir grove outside Sisters, Oregon, about twenty minutes before the light went flat. My histogram looked clean. Midtones stacked neatly in the center, no clipping on either end. I took the shot, packed up, and didn’t look at it properly until I was back at my desk. The shadows under the canopy were a muddy, detail-less mess, and the few beams of light that had cut through the ferns were blown to white.