View allAll Photos Tagged MINDSCAPES
The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
Maya Angelou
When the mind start to spill in the reality then some real swirl occures.
Yashica ML 50mm f2. One of the fifties made for Contax and Yashica cameras. ML lenses were high end Yashica lenses in the time.
My car had been running for a couple of minutes and I noticed a shiny circle on the roof where the frost had melted. It made good spot to capture a reflection.I thought I should explain as it looks like some sort of photoshop manipulation.
Tumblr I Ipernity I Photo Vogue I art commerce I Avard Woolaver Photography I Instagram
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Royal%20Tea/159/102/402
Mindscapes is a personal project in which I want to deeply express a personal exploration of the human psyche, in interaction with artificial intelligence.
Images created in Midjourney and reprocessed with Adobe Photoshop
When I seek shelter
From the This Branch collection
JJFBbennett Art Directory
NFT
opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248... via @opensea
Artist Statement
It is about being creative and innovative with knowledge
How did the Covid-19 and the related self-isolation affect your creativity? For me, staying at home somehow jammed the normal flow of thought and editing was really impossible.
Clearly I need to roam free and see people to keep my mindscape in productive mode after the day-job and family stuff :)
Models: the awesome @jennyjuliakuu & @shewolfafraidofthedark
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Royal%20Tea/159/102/402
Mindscapes is a personal project in which I want to deeply express a personal exploration of the human psyche, in interaction with artificial intelligence.
Images created in Midjourney and reprocessed with Adobe Photoshop
Just humming Jimmy Buffet while looking in the mirror:
"Oh Lord, Its hard to be humble..."
Utata's big project for 2021 is Utatascapes: Places in the world or in the mind.
In the land of Greenacres, there lived a cardinal named Soren. Unlike any other bird, Soren had feathers as red as the heart's deepest desires and eyes that shimmered with the light of unspoken dreams. He was known among the woodland creatures as the **Heartwing Cardinal**, a mystical being whose song could unlock the weightless joy of flight in the hearts of those who listened.
Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of blue and green, Soren would perch upon the highest branch of the ancient oak that stood sentinel at the forest's edge. His melody, pure and clear, would rise above the canopy, a symphony of inspiration that resonated with the soul's yearning for freedom and creativity.
One such evening, a young woman named River found herself wandering the forest's edge, her mind a tempest of tangled thoughts. With each step, the weight of writer's block chained her feet, and the blank pages of her diary mocked her silent pen.
As Soren's song reached River's ears, a warmth spread through her chest, and her heart began to beat in rhythm with the cardinal's tune. The words that had eluded her now danced at her fingertips, eager to spill onto the page in a cascade of vivid imagery and whispered truths.
With a deep breath, River closed her eyes and let the words flow, her pen moving with newfound grace. The story that emerged was one of a cardinal who could turn the intangible, a thought, a feeling, a fleeting moment of beauty—into the wind beneath one's wings.
As the last word was written, River opened her eyes to find Soren beside her, his head tilted in curiosity. In that instant, she understood that the cardinal was not just a muse or a creature of fable, but a manifestation of her own heart's voice, urging her to soar beyond the confines of doubt and fear.
From that day forward, whenever River felt the weight of the world anchoring her down, she would seek out Soren, the Heartwing Cardinal. Together, they shared the twilight hour, where words from the heart had the power to lift a spirit into the sky, on wings woven from the threads of inspiration and creativity.
Lost
“You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
Location: Eernewoude - Friesland - the Netherlands.
Exposure: 3 brackets of +/-2 Ev at f/5.6.
Description: I had to pull this one out from the merciless darkness of underexposure, containing a tremendous amount of sensor junk. It's a semi-HDR creation, extracted from a single RAW. I could smooth out everything globally or even locally with noise removal kits, but personally I can live with some extra noise. Therefore I have added a new layer with a very fine 0.25 grain to camouflage most of the digital sensor noise. I admit, the bottom of this picture still contains its share of chunky noise parts, but it was Time that prevented me to work on this restoration job any longer.
Also, I gradually come to realize that it's perhaps time to invest in some better gear, particularly in conditions such as poor light, stormy weather, condense, salty air, rain or open sea, which are my favorite conditions anyway :) Please bear in mind that all of my landscapes, and even my experimental shots, are taken with just a point-and-shoot Canon S50 camera, which I got from a friend back in 2002 in exchange for some design-work, lol.
Technique: NT-HDR: Tone Mapping with PS color adjustment, Selective Color and Hue/Saturation layers, selective contrast adjustments with a custom Curve layer.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow quote.
Website ✔ Facebook ✔ Twitter ✔ Blog ✔
If you wish to use any of my images for any reason/purpose please contact me via chaulafanita@photographer.net or send me a flickr mail so I'll make them available for sale.