Being Snug as a Bug in a Rug Whilst Inside on a Cold Day
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Outer Cold, Inner Warmth: The Comforts in Your Life.
Living With Common Variable Immune Deficiency and It's Autoimmune Friends
Being Snug as a Bug in a Rug Whilst Inside on a Cold Day
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Outer Cold, Inner Warmth: The Comforts in Your Life.
This started as a not very remarkable photo of the mist in the hills, and even after I had done all the standard editing, it didn’t have enough of the definition or contrast between the layers of trees that I wanted, so I decided to experiment. (I’m always afraid to experiment on a photo I already like.) So……….. I experimented waaaaayy past the point I’m normally comfortable. Having already done the standard stuff, I started trying to manipulate all the color curves at once on a composite graph, which didn’t work at all. Then I started manipulating just the greens, but that just looked eerie, and reminded me of the gases used in WW I, so I stopped manipulating pure greens in about 5 seconds. Red turned to an icky pink by itself, so that was no good. I finally manipulated the reds, greens and blues one by one, and then went back and tinkered some more with the color graphs and then the illumination graph. The result below is the one I was finally happy with. You can see the reddish hill, signal towers, and some houses on the bottom, then the dark first line of trees, fading to a bluish purple, and then more of a pure purple in the second tree line. Then in the mid right, you can see the faint purple shadows of the trees in the third line – the ones most buried in the mist on the farthest level back. Revealing those took some doing, I can tell you!
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Showcase Yourself!!!, in which they encouraged experimentation.
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: The Coming of Winter/Winter’s Breath
Far and away my true love lies
Just beyond the hill
And many a day I long for arms
That would hold me tightly still.
But far and away the grey gull flies
Quite far beyond the hill
And brings sweet memories back to me
Of a love that lingers still.
~Hannah Keene 2019.
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Misty Memories (Photos and Poems).
Spilling Mist
Posted for K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge: Misty Memories. Also posted for Monochromia.