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Orlik Toxx commission featuring her character from Fire and Blood the Game of Thrones role-play community.
This was completely digitally painted with my new Huion Kamvas Pro 20 using a reference picture (by Louie Aguila) provided by the client. No parts of the reference photo were morphed onto her avatar. Enjoy!
A little unrelated jam.
Oh! And for those who like watching drawings come to life, here's ya time-lapse video.
This a photo of a framed picture on my wall that happened to be reflecting a sunset and all the other paraphernalia in the surrounding area (which also includes a Dyson fan that created the feeling of a new moon in the reflection). The mask itself was a photo I took in Rome many years ago when they were making a fantasy movie and so graciously permitted me to take as many photos as I wanted. Now the mask has morphed into a new creation.
Explored 8-29-2016
Found a bunch of these recently morphed baby Boreal Toads in Great Basin National park right on a small trail to an overlook of one of the rivers there. I also saw one Pacific tree-frog hopping along with them. It was unclear where the pool was that they had all recently emerged from. Boreal toads are endangered in some areas of their range but they seem to be doing well in Glacier National park on both sides of the continental divide. I found adults, subadults and these newly transformed toads.
Well now I’ve started on a short hike through the archives and turned left at the Iceland folders, I’m going to keep on going a little bit further. Next stop Haifoss and a slightly longer hike to the bottom of the canyon. Until a couple of weeks before Lee and I returned to Iceland we didn’t know it was possible to get down here without a set of climbing ropes, crampons and hard hats. Hadn’t even considered the possibility of it in fact. We weren't even trying to find out whether we could - we were quite content at the prospect of taking photos from the top of the ridge on the opposite side of this huge waterfall. But then, and with remarkably fortuitous timing, one of our YouTube regulars took a workshop group down to the base and photographed it from the river. Suddenly an hour or two at most morphed into a half day or more of potential, and any last thoughts of trying to shoehorn a diversion to Gulfoss into the itinerary were abandoned. Gulfoss would be inundated with visitors anyway, and we’d rather avoid the Selfiegrammers. Haifoss was for the hardcore only, with the road marked as off limits to anything other than four wheel drive vehicles - not that this stopped a few intrepid souls from bouncing and bumping along the last section of rutted road in their Fiat Pandas. Good luck with the insurance excess Girls and Boys!
The hike itself wasn’t too difficult at all - at least the downhill half of it wasn’t. Easy to follow, yet most of the small number of people who’d come this far stayed at the top and peered down into the abyss while we trooped virtuously into the bowels of the landscape. And fortune favours the self righteous when it brings you to a view like this. Ok, there may be one or two rocks in the river that we would happily see being removed, but nobody from the Icelandic Landscape Photographers’ Guild has seen fit to try and drive a JCB down here just yet, so we’ll just have to live with them I suppose. Mother Nature is usually pretty consistent, but I don’t suppose she can be perfect all the time. Maybe I should have worked on the other shot from down here that never saw the light of day instead. Yes, I might have to put some words together for that one too. In fact I’ve just reworked both of them so it’s bound to happen eventually.
This picture of Haifoss isn’t one of the more than twenty pre-prepared and as yet unposted stories from our Iceland adventures, all of which were written and ready more than two years ago. I was mired down in a book project in the hopes that my children might find it gathering dust on a shelf one day in the future after I’m gone. Nobody else is ever going to look at them very much, and they certainly don’t show the slightest interest at present. They keep on complaining about the joys and woes of bringing up a child as if I’ve somehow forgotten what it was like. I mean they only have one benign little toddler each, and I’ve reminded them enough times before that when they were the ages that little Sennen and Alfie are now, I was dealing with both of them, separated by two and a half years and more often than not one of us parents pleading for a ceasefire. And anyone who’s had more than one child knows that when the second baby comes along it’s more like nine more of them just got added to the family rather than one. Boom! There goes the silence…..
Apologies - I’ve digressed, and you can probably already tell that this particular yarn failed to make the coffee table volume which resides beside me on the office desk where nobody else ever sits. Lee bought a copy - I suspect he’s the only other person who’s ever looked at it. He’d see this image in the introductory page alongside a passage of blurb that explains why I like Iceland so much, but no story. And I think it deserves a story. That’s why we’re here now, at the bottom of the one hundred and twenty-eight metre single drop monster, covered in spray and gazing at rainbows. It always impresses me that these huge waterfalls can produce their own microclimates, complete with fairytale rainbows hanging across the scene. A dramatic world in miniature that few will ever find because of the effort required to get here at all. Playing with a curious mixture of focus stacking and time blending because I wanted that rush of texture in the foreground flow, but I’m greedy and I was also after the hanging sheets in the waterfall set against the stubborn brown walls of the canyon.
And yes, I did hike down here in my wellies. All the better to get into the water with, unless I wanted to attempt to cryogenically preserve my feet for the next twenty-thousand years. It seems I’m content to do that with quite a lot of these pictures, so why not add feet to the archive? Perhaps not. And do you know what? I just had a look at the folders where I keep the raw files, and thirty-five groups of images haven’t even been touched at all. Thirty-five! Even I’m shocked by that. Ok, some of them are probably never going to make it into the editing suite, but that’s a lot of images from the biggest landscape photography trip we’ve ever made, just lying around completely ignored for more than three years. I’d forgotten many of them. About time I started re-acquainting myself I think.
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oliver morphed into me! hahaha
so i should mention that the item collaboration will start again june first and if you would like to join then here is the group :)
sadly, no longer there, maybe because Jim was collected ...
listening to "Lydia Purple" - 1968 - sung by Vancouver band
The Collectors who eventually morphed into a fave
local band of mine - Chilliwack.
During my travels with my camera I've discovered al handful of spots that have morphed into what I call my "quiet places." In most cases, these are go-to spots for when I'm feeling in need of a little peace and quiet from this crazy world we live in. This spot along Dry Creek fits the bill.
The old bridge dates to the beginning of the 20th century and is used for cattle and pedestrians only--and there are very few of either around. The sunlight on the still water is quite conducive to meditative states. Another great spot to remove the shoes and dangle the feet.
Yuba County CA
A figure lingered in the adjoining room, motionless. Like a chameleon, it melted into the shadows—too still, too perfect.
Then it moved.
Its skin shimmered, shifting hues as it stepped forward, briefly mimicking human form. But the girls knew better.
It lunged—unnaturally fast.
Its flesh rippled, barely containing the thing beneath. A jagged tear split across its arm, then its throat. The human illusion morphed away like a discarded mask.
Sleek emerald scales caught the fractured light. Muscles coiled beneath the surface. Predatory. Amused. Slit pupils narrowed. A jagged grin revealed rows of serrated teeth.
It was on them in a heartbeat.
“Shit,” Kayla muttered, yanking the knife from her jacket.
Adrienne racked the slide on her pistol, hands trembling.
Kayla didn’t wait. Her wrist snapped, sending the blade slicing through the air as the creature lunged—grazing its side.
Adrienne’s pulse thundered. She wasn’t ready. She knew it.
The reptilian struck—blindingly fast.
Kayla twisted, narrowly dodging its talons. She spun low, driving her blade beneath its ribs. The creature hissed, whirling toward Adrienne, yellow eyes blazing. “Go! Jump!” she shouted.
It lunged sideways, claws arcing toward her middle.
Instinct took over.
Adrienne fired seven rapid shots into the creature. Dark green blood splattered back. The creature was unphased and it reeled back to strike.
She felt the whoosh of air as the creature struck—at the same instant everything shifted.
Its claws slashed through empty air. Adrienne was gone.
Her head spun. She was alive. But she was back at the shelter. She hadn’t meant to jump. But she had.
Kayla turned, eyes wide with realization. “Adrienne—?”
The reptilian recovered instantly. It spun toward Kayla, eyes burning with rage. Hunger.
She vanished.
The creature shrieked in rage, nostrils flaring as it tore through the vacant air of an empty room with blind, savage strikes. Then, with a guttural gasp, it crumpled to the floor.
Standing behind the creature was Kayla, her knife buried deep in the base of its skull.
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I find my photography has morphed into something beyond shooting a scene and processing the image for viewing and/or printing. Nowadays, I see a color, pattern, or other detail and grab the phone to gather the raw materials for creating abstract works of art. I haven't kicked the big camera to the curb. Sometimes I like walking unpaved and unexplored roads.
Starting from a SL picture, elaboration with home-made Python software using the facemorpher 5.2.1 Library. No use of AI.
A classic view of downtown CLE from Prospect Avenue at East 4th Street. How things have changed over the years. This once seedy part of town has morphed into the heart of the local entertainment district. I'd say that this has been a good thing for residents and visitors alike.
Cleveland, OH USA
Sunday was quite a day. It morphed from a faint sunrise to a densely fogged afternoon and evening. There was no noticeable sunset.
The Waterlandsezeedijk was built in the early 1420s to protect the low-lying hinterland from the caprice of the Zuyderzee. Soon a village arose on a bend of that dike called Ydoornickerdam after a town swallowed up by a notorious storm. That name - it is said - morphed into what is today called Durgerdam.
There's a yachtclub here but even on Tuesday none of the bustle associated with such a place. Only some washing out to dry under a Murky Blue Sky in the pleasant Sun, and ReX who captured it all for you.
Ball-bearing.
This was an experiment in one idea which kind of morphed into three.
I’d noticed before that the metal case on my Chromebook had a nice bevelled pattern which I thought would make an interesting abstract sometime.
Then for the Crazy Tuesday theme of minimalism, which is something that really interests me and a kind of photography I’d like to explore, I thought of a single ball bearing against a bland background. And that became the Chromebook top to get the repetition of the circular shapes with size contrast.
And then when it came to taking it (in a late rush as per usual) I used a desk lamp to supplement the daylight with the idea of removing the colour later, but that created another contrast in colour with a warring boundary between the two.
So we here we are three ideas in one implementation. Never a good thing but an interesting starter experiment for the ideas.
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image. Happy Crazy Tuesday :)
[Handheld on the little camera; mixed daylight/tungsten halogen desklamp.
Taking it was a bit of a fiddle as I wanted to get the in-focus line to join the bearing and the orange bright spot along a diagonal for strength, and have the blue orange boundary along the opposite diagonal. After a bit of contorting it got there... ish... kind of :)
Developed in Capture One with keystone correction and careful cropping, and attention to colour balance and detail.
In Photo combined two versions from C1 to retain sharpening around bearing but to demphasise surface texture.
Curves in LAB mode to reduce contrast except in darks around bearing. Tweaked colour to try and get the balance between the two areas more even… not terribly succesfully.
A bit of inpainting to remove dust and annoying highlights in bearing. Sharpened with Unsharp Mask and High Pass/Linear blend. Gave up. Published :)]
« Te souviens-tu de cette douce mélodie qu’elle te chantait quand tu étais petite ? Sans elle tu ne pouvais te laisser emporter dans les bras de Morphée. Te souviens-tu de ces chaudes soirées d’été ou tu laissais ton regard divaguer dans le ciel étoilé ? Plus il y avait d’étoiles, plus le lendemain serait chaud et beau… Et ces soirs d’hiver, où la grêle frappait aux carreaux ? Tu avais la sensation d’être dans une boule à neige que quelqu’un secouait ce qui déclenchait la colère de mère nature.
Ne craint pas la nostalgie, ne craint pas cette fin. Ne craint pas de grandir, ne craint pas de changer, mais promet moi, n’oublie pas. »
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Je me suis bien éclatée à faire ce petit mobile, en espérant que les deux photo vous plairont. :3
Je reprends l'écriture, ça fait un bien fou !
Ces photo étaient destinées à la base au concours de Matériel Céleste mais elles n'ont pas été retenue car ayant mal lu le règlement je n'ai pas respecter le thème comme le jury l'attendait.
Autumn comes late in the Sierra Nevada Foothills and if the weather is benign it tends to stick around for awhile. Soon, the cold winds of winter will strip away the last remnants of autumn, and the quiet season will begin.
Here the leaves on our Japanese Maple have morphed into a sizzling scarlet bouquet of color. The turning of our maple tree is my signal that it's time to wrap the pipes and get out the winter clothes.
Nevada City CA
Apps used: Superimpose, Snapseed, Formulas, Mextures Backstory: This image began as a color/transparency study in my “Light from Darkness” study but quickly morphed into a Christmas motif. Richest Christmas blessings to all as we celebrate the birth of the Christ child and mark the advent of His return.
polaroid week day 4
failed emulsion lifts morphed into a butterfly - 2 polaroids, 1 of tulips + daffodils and 1 of a cat's eye. then I delicately inked it a wee bit.
I went to Woodland Cemetery in Hamilton to pay a visit to the famous resident - a red morphed Eastern Screech owl. He was there alright, sitting high on a tree in his usual cavity. I took a couple of shots that are no different from 1000s others that were taken of him. Then I looked around and saw a few photographers setup a prop where some of the not so famous residents showed up for hand outs. Needless to say I took advantage of the opportunity and took a few shot of this lovely Downy woodpecker.
Let me introduce Joe and Anna to everyone. Anna was Jane and Danny's eldest daughter in 2020. She and Joe met and had four lovely babies this year. I've always wanted to take pictures of both Red-morphed and Grey-morphed screech together. This year has been a very fruitful year for me, I not only discovered them but also observed their four babies. Will you be curious what plumage these four owlets be? Their wonderful stories are recorded in my new book "Secret life of eastern screech owl: the Sequel" on Amazon:
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Another day which morphed from heavy rain through cloud into sunshine, this was the latter stage. This view was from the pier, its nice having some time here, its a lovely resort, offering fish and chips as well as buckets, spades, sandcastles, colourful beach huts as well as lovely places to eat and of course a Brewery.
:) If you celebrate this beautiful season of Christmas here is a
Challenge for the season: (too often i look like this brown morphed egret :)
"Let's
Approach
Christmas
with
an
Expectant
hush,
rather
than
a
Last
Minute
Rush"
:)
You will LOVE this "A Cappella" group Penatonix! WOW!!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJ_MGWio-vc
and if you liked that one, here is another one