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Created for the Magnificent Manipulated Masterpieces
123rd MMM "A CELEBRATION OF COLOUR" Challenge
BACKGROUND by Drecci Gislaadt from Flickr
RED MUSHROOMS by Lorie Davison from Oscraps.com
BLUE MUSHROOM by Debbie Kerkhof from Mischief Circus
1 PINK FLOWER from PNGTREE
BLUE FLOWERS+2 MOUSES+CROW by Lorie Davison from Oscraps.com
2 FAIRIES by AnnaCreationsShop from ETSY.com
Prompt: Create an ultra-realistic digital fine art painting of Boston Harbor in 1776, wide-angle horizontal composition. The scene features tall wooden sailing ships of the Revolutionary era, their masts and rigging rising dramatically into a pale, misty sky. The central ship in the foreground is a large three-masted frigate, with intricate rigging, furled sails, and weathered wooden hull details visible. To the right, additional warships and merchant vessels are anchored in the harbor, their stern galleries ornate with carvings, reflecting softly on the calm water. On the left side, the historic Boston waterfront is depicted with colonial-era stone buildings, warehouses, and bustling wooden docks. Market stalls and smaller boats line the wharf, adding period-accurate authenticity. The atmosphere is hazy and muted, with the soft golden beige of early morning light blending into cool blue-gray mist, creating depth and a sense of history. The water reflects the tall ships with gentle ripples, emphasizing realism and texture. The overall mood is historic, maritime, and atmospheric, evoking the tense yet majestic aura of Boston Harbor during the American Revolution. no noise, no grain
This digital fine art was created using OpenAI Sora AI and Photoshop
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While at Echo Amphitheater in Abiquiú, I shot some infrared.
I've tended to process my infrareds to black and white as I never felt satisfied with my attempts at false color processing with channel swapping.
I've been learning more this past year about working with color prior to converting to black and white.
In the first comment box below is the unedited shot, pretty much all brown. Shot through the Hoya R72, 720 nm filter. The custom white balance that I had set keeps it from being totally magenta.
As has been my common result, using the Channel Mixer adjustment layer and swapping values for the red and blue channels wasn't great.
I've been learning what the Selective Color adjustment layer does, so opened that under the Channel Mixer layer.
It allowed me to play with how much red, yellow, green, blue, cyan and magenta are within colors and thereby fine tune what the Channel Mixer does.
Things were better.
Then I opened a Hue/Saturation adjustment layer above Channel Mixer and found that playing with the Master and moving the Hue slider helped too.
After working on tonal ranges, using midtone luminosity masks on curves layers and dodging and burning, I still didn't like how much purple was in the sky.
I tried the Select Color command to isolate the sky and that created a mask when I opened the Color Balance adjustment layer. Mostly working on shadows and midtones to reduce red, increase blue and increase green got the deep blue color.
I've been learning about the Hard Mix blend mode, and after using the color picker to grab the color of the trees, I opened a Color Fill adjustment layer, set it to Hard Mix and then reduced the Fill opacity to 7%. This enhanced the tree color.
Finally, I got a false color infrared that actually had definite color.
Why did I do all this?
This extreme edit became the underlying base to a black and white version of the shot. All the color stuff I've been learning was part of tutorials on processing for BW.
Barring unforeseen circumstances, I hope to post that on Thursday for Donnerstagsmonochrom.
Happy Sliders Sunday!
Rideau Bulk crews creating a veritable mountain of road de-icing rock salt in Johnstown, Ontario, Canada.
Here's a glimpse of the Rideau Bulk (aka Rideau Bulk Salt) company building up a mountain of road de-icing rock salt for storage, which will eventually be covered over.
This company specializes in cargo bulk handling, waterside storage and transport, and operates 24/7.
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∎ Created with Stable Diffusion, further edited with Topaz Photo AI 2.4.2
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The Moon Cannot Be Stolen
A Zen Master lived the simplest kind of life in a little hut at the foot of a mountain. One evening, while he was away, a thief sneaked into the hut only to find there was nothing in it to steal.
The Zen Master returned and found him. "You have come a long way to visit me," he told the prowler, "and you should not return empty handed. Please take my clothes as a gift." The thief was bewildered, but he took the clothes and ran away.
The Master sat naked, watching the moon. "Poor fellow," he mused, " I wish I could give him this beautiful moon."
Created with Dream Wombo
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For my friend NatuurfotoRien/Rien in Holland, who loves corvids.
I had this odd notion that when I retire I would carve a totem pole, and so over the years, I learned more and more about northwest coast art, culture, and carving. One of the pieces I studied was this - a huge cedar sculpture carved by the great sculptor, Bill Reid, to whom the telling of this ancient story is credited.
Bill Reid was a Haida indian (Haida is their word for “human”). The Haida tribe lives in the Queen Charlotte Islands off the coast of northern Canada (below Alaska), in a special place they call Haida Gwaii. Bill is widely credited for reviving the arts of the northwest coast - he was an amazing sculptor. I am disappointed I will never meet him.
The northwest coast tribes have many gods - all animals. Raven is the Haida equivalent of “fox”. Tricky, playful, smart, inquisitive - these are all qualities of Raven, whose play and trickery created the stars in the sky, the sun, the ocean and man.
The man-size (literally) sculpture is inside the University of British Columbia museum in Vancouver, Canada. When it was installed, Bill had the children of Haida Gwaii come to the installation - each with bottles of sand from the beach at Haida Gwaii, so Raven, could be installed in his native soil.
Here is his telling of their genesis myth - one of the most sacred stories in Haida culture:
The Story of the Raven Creating Man by Bill Reid
The great flood which had covered the earth for so long had receded, and even the thin strip of sand now called Rose Spit, stretching north from Naikun village lay dry. The Raven had flown there to gorge himself on the delicacies left by the receding water, so for once he wasn't hungry. But his other appetites - lust, curiosity and the unquenchable itch to meddle and provoke things, to play tricks on the world and its creatures - these remained unsatisfied.
He had recently stolen the light from the old man who kept it hidden in a box in his house in the middle of the darkness, and had scattered it throughout the sky. The new light spattered the night with stars and waxed and wane in the shape of the moon. And it dazzled the day with a single bright shining which lit up the long beach that curved from the spit beneath Raven's feet westward as far as Tao Hill. Pretty as it was, it looked lifeless and so to the Raven quite boring. He gave a great sigh, crossed his wings behind his back and walked along the sand, his shiny head cocked, his sharp eyes and ears alert for any unusual sight or sound. Then taking to the air, he called petulantly out to the empty sky. To his delight, he heard an answering cry - or to describe it more closely, a muffled squeak.
At first he saw nothing, but as he scanned the beach again, a white flash caught his eye, and when he landed he found at his feet, buried in the sand, a gigantic clamshell. When he looked more closely still, he saw that the shell was full of little creatures cowering in terror of his enormous shadow.
Well, here was something to break the monotony of his day. But nothing was going to happen as long as the tiny things stayed in the shell, and they certainly weren't coming out in their present terrified state. So the Raven leaned his great head close to the shell, and with the smooth trickster's tongue that had got him into and out of so many misadventures during his troubled and troublesome existence, he coaxed and cajoled and coerced the little creatures to come out and play in his wonderful, shiny new world. As you know the Raven speaks in two voices, one harsh and strident, and the other, which he used now, a seductive bell-like croon which seems to come from the depths of the sea, or out of the cave where the winds are born. It is an irresistible sound, one of the loveliest sounds in the world. So it wasn't long before one and then another of the little shell-dwellers timidly emerged. Some of them immediately scurried back when they saw the immensity of the sea and the sky, and the overwhelming blackness of the Raven. But eventually curiosity overcame caution and all of them had crept or scrambled out. Very strange creatures they were: two-legged like the Raven, but there the resemblance ended. They had no glossy feathers, no thrusting beak. Their skin was pale, and they were naked except for the long black hair on their round, flat-featured heads. Instead of strong wings, they had thin stick-like appendages that waved, and fluttered constantly. They were the original Haidas, the first humans.
For a long time the Raven amused himself with his new playthings, watching them as they explored their much expanded-world. Sometimes they helped one another in their new discoveries. Just as often, they squabbled over some novelty they found on the beach. And the Raven taught them some clever tricks, at which they proved remarkably adept. But the Raven's attention span was brief, and he grew tired of his small companions. For one thing, they were all males. He had looked up and down the beach for female creatures, hoping to make the game more interesting, but females were nowhere to be found. He was about to shove the now tired, demanding and quite annoying little creatures back into their shell and forget about them when suddenly - as happens so often with the Raven - he had an idea.
He picked up the men, and in spite of their struggles and cries of fright he put them on his broad back, where they hid themselves among his feathers. Then the Raven spread his wings and flew to North Island. the tide was low, and the rocks, as he had expected, were covered with those large but soft-lipped molluscs known as red chitons. The Raven shook himself gently, and the men slid down his back to the sand. The he flew to the rock and with his strong beak pried a chiton from its surface.
Now, if any of you have ever examined the underside of a chiton, you may begin to understand what the Raven had in his libidinous, devious mind. He threw back his head and flung the chiton at the nearest of the men. His aim was as unerring as only a great magician's can be, and the chiton found its mark in the delicate groin of the startled, shell-born creature. There the chiton attached itself firmly. Then as sudden as spray hitting the rocks from a breaking wave, a shower of chitons broke over the wide-eyed humans, as each of the open-mouthed shellfish flew inexorably to its target.
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to the men. They had never dreamed of such a thing during their long stay in the clamshell. They were astounded, embarrassed, confused by a rush of new emotions and sensations. They shuffled and squirmed, uncertain whether it was pleasure or pain they were experiencing. They threw themselves down on the beach, where a great storm seemed to break over them, followed just as suddenly by a profound calm. One by one the chitons dropped off. The men staggered to their feet and headed slowly down the beach, followed by the raucous laughter of the Raven, echoing all the way to the great island to the north which we now call Prince of Wales.
That first troop of male humans soon disappeared behind the nearest headland, passing out of the games of the Raven and the story of humankind. Whether they found their way back to the shell, or lived out their lives elsewhere, or perished in the strange environment in which they found themselves, nobody remembers, and perhaps nobody cares. They had played their roles and gone their way.
Meanwhile the chitons had made their way back to the rock, where they attached themselves as before. But they too had been changed. As high tide followed low and the great storms of winter gave way to the softer rains and warm sun of spring, the chitons grew and grew, many times larger than their kind had ever been before. Their jointed shells seemed about to fly apart from the enormous pressure within them. And one day a huge wave swept over the rock, tore them from their footholds and carried them back to the beach. As the water receded and the warm sun dried the sand, a great stirring began among the chitons. From each emerged a brown skinned, black-haired human. This time there were both males and females among them, and the Raven could begin his greatest game: the one that still goes on.
They were no timid shell-dwellers these, but children of the wild coast, born between the sea and land, challenging the strength of the stormy North Pacific and wresting from it rich livelihood. Their descendants built on its beaches the strong, beautiful homes of the Haidas and embellished them with the powerful heraldic carvings that told of the legendary beginnings of great families, all the heros and heroines and the gallant beasts and monsters who shaped their world and their destinies. For many generations they grew and flourished, built and created, fought and destroyed, living according to the changing seasons and the unchanging rituals of their rich and complex lives.
It's nearly over now. Most of the villages are abandoned, and those which have not entirely vanished lie in ruins. The people who remain are changed. The sea has lost much of its richness, and great areas of land itself lie in waste. Perhaps it's time the Raven started looking for another clamshell.
I wanted to try my hand at painting a little "faux" tile floor. Maybe it will be a wall panel instead . . . Tedious but somehow calming to work on.
Created in DDG Text 2 Dream using its new "Artistic" Ai model.
Filters: PSE21 and Topaz Studio.
Much hand painting.
Thanks for your visit, faves, and kind comments.
Created for Artistic Manipulation Group's Mixmaster Challenge #68.
CHEF clabudak is sending us on a surreal journey!
➤ Your image must be surreal.
➤ Include a bird or birds.
➤ Also at least one human.
➤ And use texture.
➤ NO animals except the bird(s).
Credits: man, bird, sky, grass all mine; fence, sign board and woman via PixelSquid.com; tree via Textures.com; Flypaper texture.
created this for a project. took an old pic of the full moon i took earlier this year... & now simon is holding it ;)
EXPLORED 6th October 2011
Created for the Kreative People Group Contest Event Poster
St. Swithin's Day is the 15 July. According to folklore if it rains on St. Swithin’s Day, it will rain for 40 days, but if it is fair, 40 days of fair weather will follow. The attendees at this conference will obviously be hoping for rain on the day!
All photos used are my own.
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Created for the Artistic Manipulation Group's MIXMASTER CHALLENGE #12 with Chef Temari's recipe:
➤ Your image must contain a HUMAN FACE (as in no mannequins) prominently featured. (If you include more of the body than just the face, it should be minimized in importance.)
➤ Your image must contain from 1-3 birds OR 1-3 wild animals and ...
➤ at least 1 of the Four Elements (Earth, Water, Air, Fire) and ...
➤ at least 80% should be warm colors (reds/oranges/yellows/blends) but ...
➤ NO GRASS!
Also entered in Angie's Animal Antics Challenge No 11 – Wild Animals .
Credits: the face is from Pixabay; the tiger and background are mine; and the flame brushes are from photoshopfreebrushes.com.
Created this stitching 4 photos together in Lightroom.
We were driving from Bourg St Maurice to Beaufort via the Cormet de Roseland, we decided to take the even more scenic route, cross the dam and head down to Areches. I had never been on this side of the lake before, and the views are just incredible, one of my new favourite spots!
What do you think?
Created in Bing, edited in Topaz
Thank you to all my followers for your support, encouragement, likes and favs.
Created for 57th MMM Challenge
Source image thanks to Mister . Tee
The human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand of man. ~
Created for "Treat This" challenge No. 24 found in the Kreative People group, on front page
www.flickr.com/groups/1752359@N21/
Thanks to Clarke Photographics' for the starter image which you can see in the first comment box below.