Showing posts with label Flora and Fauna. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Flora and Fauna. Show all posts
30.5.16
1.6.13
6.4.13
30.3.13
14.1.13
I can see clearly now
in spite of the fog ~
a picture out the car window on a recent road trip - I wasn't driving, so I could see clearly
In Photoshop: The Recipe
Without altering the image, I duplicated it
applied Lens Flare filter - movie prime.
With soft light blend mode and opacity adjusted to my satisfaction.
Same picture, same filter
Screen blend mode
Opacity adjusted.
Now, back to the original picture
with Color Burn blend mode.
It's all in how you see it ~
Live within a fog or outside of it ~
If you happen to be in a fog, enjoy the moment!
30.12.12
Let's take a walk
In The Woods
Haiku Poetry No. 3
Haiku Poetry No. 3
Let us take a walk
Where stillness and silence merge
Along the pathway
12.12.12
10.12.12
25.11.12
In solitude....
I took this picture while in Italy two years ago....almost deleted it this morning. Oh,My! What a mistake that would have been. Remember to measure twice, cut once.
21.11.12
WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: GREEN
The Daily Post weekly photo challenge was (can you guess?) GREEN
Clockwise:
Road side park in Hot Springs, Arkansas; Hot Springs Main Street lamp post; here's looking at you babe here at home (center); potted liriope muscari variegatia in the garden pot; green water hose amid the hydrangea leaves here in the garden.
10.11.12
7.10.12
The Badlands
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| South Dakota Black Hills......Theresa LeBlanc Photographer |
Excerpts from the South Dakota plaque near where this picture was taken says: "Most of the sediment was windblown volcanic ash. Occasionally the rivers brought gravel and stream-worn rocks from the Black Hills. The ash weathered into clay and turned into rock. Then erosion gullied the Badlands layers to its present landscape."
When you can't be there, just enjoy the moment through the eyes of friends.
18.8.12
6.8.12
There is ALWAYS a choice:
Always a choice. But, one must first want other choices....one must then explore the possibilities.... mentally and physically search for those alternative choices.
For example, my cone flowers in the garden were dying on the vine, oh, my! And I didn't want them to cease to live, to slowly fade away day by day. Oh, they'll eventually go to seed as many things must, but I wanted to delay the process as long as possible, so I snipped this bouquet from the vine and brought it inside to fresh water in a vase.
And, while I love this original picture of my bouquet, it seemed a little cluttered, so knowing I have choices, I chose to do something about the noisy background clutter.
With my clone stamp, I removed the seam in the wall paneling, then erased the gray counter top. With my opacity reduced, I re-cloned some of the shadows away from the bouquet.
Making things lighter and brighter is most often a great choice.
Getting right to the black and white of the issue is always a great choice. De-saturating the issue, then adding saturation back in is often a fun choice too.
Now, after exploring and experimenting with a few choices, one can narrow down the perspective to make the final choice. It may be the right choice, or it may be the wrong choice, but at least there's the recognition that there is a choice!
I'm all about choosing today!
21.7.12
Saturday
Here's looking at you......day
AFTER
It was just one of those day, just one of those ordinary days
Saturday on a lark
BEFORE
13.7.12
Twigs: one by one
builds a home for my little children
Home,
My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You by
Robert Louis Stevenson
COME,
my little children, here are songs for you;
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.
Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,
Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.
So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,
All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.
Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.
You must learn to sing them very small and clear,
Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.
Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,
Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.
So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,
All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.
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