magic_fella
Morning Angel
My head is in the clouds a lot lately. I seem to live with one foot in my imagination and the other foot reluctantly planted in the real world. My left brain is engaged with the special events company: the sales and productions for the upcoming Christmas season, marketing myself as a magician – doing all the “stuff” that has to be done.
But I seem to live mostly in the right half of my brain where I’m finally nearing the climax of my novel. I think a lot about cities hidden under cities, secret societies and how crazy street people may not be crazy at all. I am all about characters that simply refuse to be forgotten or neglected for too long.
I’m also hopelessly charmed by the notion that there is something fantastic hidden in the ordinary – that there is still a fabulous adventure to be lived and that the world doesn’t have to be drab grey, but can have sudden and totally unexpected splendid splashes of color.
That’s actually what this image is about.
It was taken at an antiques yard in Newport, while Sheree and I were visiting Brian and Gina. She (the statue. Not Gina…) was tucked away in a corner. But I remember being fascinated with her and the way her form blended the fantastic with the ordinary.
The original image is quite flat. But I injected light, built her a more fantastic backdrop. I sharpened and burned…added shadows, flashes of light and texture. Now she’s something quite beautiful to me.
I hope you like her too.
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It used to really irritate me that people had time to file images, but kept saying they had no time to comment on others. “If they have time to create images, then they can at least have the courtesy to comment,” I sniffed.
I’ve made a very deliberate decision to move flickr from my top priorities to somewhere around the middle. I understand that this will cool relations with a lot of talented people I’ve come to respect. I’m sorry for that. Genuinely.
But it occurred to me one day that none of my work here was getting the novel written…and that getting Explored, while quite wonderful, didn’t put food on the table.
I still take pictures, and when I think I have something worth showing you, I’ll post it here. I’ll come round to my contacts’ images when I can – but I can’t promise to do it every day like I used to. So please don’t feel obligated to comment or fav. Just pop by once in a while, put your feet up and relax for a minute. I’ll always be glad to see you.
David
Morning Angel
My head is in the clouds a lot lately. I seem to live with one foot in my imagination and the other foot reluctantly planted in the real world. My left brain is engaged with the special events company: the sales and productions for the upcoming Christmas season, marketing myself as a magician – doing all the “stuff” that has to be done.
But I seem to live mostly in the right half of my brain where I’m finally nearing the climax of my novel. I think a lot about cities hidden under cities, secret societies and how crazy street people may not be crazy at all. I am all about characters that simply refuse to be forgotten or neglected for too long.
I’m also hopelessly charmed by the notion that there is something fantastic hidden in the ordinary – that there is still a fabulous adventure to be lived and that the world doesn’t have to be drab grey, but can have sudden and totally unexpected splendid splashes of color.
That’s actually what this image is about.
It was taken at an antiques yard in Newport, while Sheree and I were visiting Brian and Gina. She (the statue. Not Gina…) was tucked away in a corner. But I remember being fascinated with her and the way her form blended the fantastic with the ordinary.
The original image is quite flat. But I injected light, built her a more fantastic backdrop. I sharpened and burned…added shadows, flashes of light and texture. Now she’s something quite beautiful to me.
I hope you like her too.
****************************************
It used to really irritate me that people had time to file images, but kept saying they had no time to comment on others. “If they have time to create images, then they can at least have the courtesy to comment,” I sniffed.
I’ve made a very deliberate decision to move flickr from my top priorities to somewhere around the middle. I understand that this will cool relations with a lot of talented people I’ve come to respect. I’m sorry for that. Genuinely.
But it occurred to me one day that none of my work here was getting the novel written…and that getting Explored, while quite wonderful, didn’t put food on the table.
I still take pictures, and when I think I have something worth showing you, I’ll post it here. I’ll come round to my contacts’ images when I can – but I can’t promise to do it every day like I used to. So please don’t feel obligated to comment or fav. Just pop by once in a while, put your feet up and relax for a minute. I’ll always be glad to see you.
David