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Morphed picture. I can not take credit for the helmet and sword. I simply added my avatars eyes and did some editing.
2020-09-06, Day 2
A deep carpet of red- and golden-tinged dwarf birch and willows lines both sides of the milky blue, glacial waters of Dinwoody Creek as it flows under Ink Wells Bridge, Fitzpatrick Wilderness, Wind River Range, Wyoming.
After saying 'Dinwoody' enough times, I gradually morphed the word into 'Dim Woody', and my hiking partner and I then began to develop the tale of Old Dim Woody whose spirit still roams these parts. Without screens or responsibilities, and with enough time on our hands doing nothing but walking through beautiful country, the mind rapidly unspools into wanton ridiculousness. It seemed likely that Old Dim Woody was a tad fond of his sipping whiskey, and when his spirits were high and besotted, he was prone to bouts of poor decision making. Things only got worse when a neighbor's mare kicked him in the pate one night when the rye was particularly enchanting and he mistook her for a spittoon.
One September after this unfortunate event, an autumn snow-storm blew in when Old Dim Woody was camped at Ink Wells. Sometime during the night his pony became infected with a bit of madness and threatened to break its hobble. The hapless man tried to calm his hoofed companion but to no avail: Dim Woody was never too meticulous about maintenance, and the hobble leather was old and rotted. The pony broke free and headed over the bridge and upstream through the forest at an impressive speed for one with such stubby legs. In fact, its diminutive stature may have helped it avoid some of the boughs already pressed low by the accumulating snow as it heedlessly fled upward toward the headwaters. Pondering the situation for perhaps too-brief a time, Old Dim Woody slapped his battered hat onto his dented head, invigorated his mind with another dram of rye, pushed through the flap of his tent, and began to follow the already-filling tracks of his erstwhile steed.
The tracks wound ever higher and the temperature was cold. Not quite cold enough to tingle and freeze the nose hairs upon the inhale, but cold enough that his toes became numb once the snow that kept knocking into the tops of his boots eventually overwhelmed the capacity of his feet to produce heat. The pony's tracks were faint but continually bore upward, past timberline and toward the giant cirque of peaks that held the glacier that fed the creek. If he stopped for too long, he shivered, sometimes violently. It was difficult to move through the rocks once the snow hid the deep cracks between them. He discovered that the coefficient of static friction between his boots and the icy boulders was perilously low. Once, his foot became tightly wedged between two large, immovable stones and it took him several increasingly panicky minutes to extricate it. The sky was filled with snow and then a surprise clap of thunder sobered him up as waves of kettle-drum sound crashed amongst the ice-clad peaks. The lightning followed immediately and was so bright it lit up the atmosphere. It was like being deep underwater beneath a violent falls under the dazzling sun, bright snow bubbles everywhere and impossible to tell which way was up.
Nobody knows exactly what happened to Old Dim Woody on that fateful night. His empty tent was discovered by some trappers seeking late-season beaver a month or so later. There were fresh pony tracks over the bridge and horse dung inside the tent. The small cache of oats that Old Dim Woody kept in a can near the wood-stove had been raided. They say the moaning wind of the first winter storm is the sound of Dim Woody howling amongst the rocks, looking for tracks and pining for another dram.
Starting with a shot of a frosty leaf and ending up with this strange form after PP adjustments too numerous to mention.
HSS!
lyndsie wearing the lvna ring - more photos on my blog www.laurencephilomene.com/blog/morphe-jewelry
A Wurdemann's heron is a morph between a great blue heron and a great white heron. It's body is bluish-gray and the head is white. I have lived in Florida all my life and have never seen one. Very rare bird.
Old Car City in White, Georgia is a former store, auto garage, junkyard, which has morphed into a photographer's paradise of 4,000+ old cars. I believe this gentleman is one of the owners and he will occasionally break into a song or two on the piano in the old office/store. By the way....he can REALLY play the tunes.
Here's to Flickr and all the great photographers out there!
It snowed yesterday - tiny flurries at first that morphed into huge flakes. I couldn't pass up the chance to get out there and have a little photographic fun. I wanted to try and re-create the image I captured earlier this year (when there was a heck of alot more snow). It's supposed to get into the 40s today, which means most of this beautiful white stuff will be gone. I'm not even sure if there will be a white Christmas this year. And the snow we got yesterday was of the powdery kind (the kind skiers love), so it was too powdery to make a snowman. Nonetheless, it was a good excuse to have a little fun outside and drink some good whiskey from my new flask.
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2 photographs morphed together, one indoors and one outdoors <--- see what i did there :)
Astralia - You are here
I had been planning a visit to Manyberries for sometime, little break in extended Alberta winter presented an opportunity last weekend. Pakowki Lake in South Eastern Alberta is a great destination for birdwatchers, I met up with my dear friend Jerry Herzig an expert birder and an exceptional photographer, Jerry is an encyclopedia of Southern Alberta Wildlife. I was accompanied by my buddy Boreal impressions, unfortunately there was no activity at LEK but we saw sharp-tail grouse in significant numbers, we also saw few nesting great horned owl pairs and many nesting Ferruginous hawks. I was amazed at the number of birds choosing to nest in this part of the world around Pakowki Lake. Big thanks to Jerry Herzig for his kindness and a very informative guided tour.
but it morphed into this pink marvel. HSS!
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It seems that bird photography has morphed from an art form based on captivating one of nature's most delicate yet ubiquitous animal forms, immersed it element, to one that searches to isolate the animal so distinctly as to make it almost unnatural. Frankly, the beauty of most birds is the factor that makes it possible to sequester the animal from the rest of nature's elegance and still create an attractive photo. I find, however, that although I have created both types of photographs, I much prefer to maintain a bit more of the world's ambience than just the bird alone. Are my photographs too busy? For some individuals I imaging that is so. Personally I don't find myself distracted by nature's surroundings in a photo anymore than I do when I am there myself. That doesn't mean that I won't process a photo in a way to drive the eye to the subject, but simply that I prefer not to erase the ambient nature. The Black and White Warbler in this photo is at home on the rough bark and tangled branches of the forest's wood. So much so, that they are rarely, if ever, seen separated. It wouldn't seem proper to isolate this bird from the disarray of branches anymore than it would to separate the clouds from the sky. Like most forms of art, bird photography is more about one's preferences than it is about purity. In short, it's shades of gray rather than black and white. #BlackandWhiteWarbler
Manufacturer: Locomobile Company of America, Bridgeport, Connecticut - USA
Type: 8-80 Series Sedan
Production time: 1927 - 1928
Production outlet 1927: 499
Production outlet 1928: 1,398
Engine: 4893cc straight-8 298.7 CID Lycoming Special L-head
Power: 82 bhp / 2.600 rpm
Torque: unknown
Drivetrain: rear wheels
Speed: 129 km/h
Curb weight: 1860 kg
Wheelbase: 130 inch
Chassis: ladder frame with crosbars and separate with steel body (by Auto Body Co, Lansing, Michigan - USA)
Steering: worm & sector
Gearbox: manual four-speed selective sliding / floor shift
Clutch: single plate disc
Carburettor: Stromberg 1-barrel downdraft
Fuel tank: 64 liter
Electric system: 6 Volts
Ignition system: generator-battery type
Brakes front: internal expanding mechanical servo drums
Brakes rear: internal expanding mechanical servo drums
Suspension front: rigid axle, longitudinal semi-elliptic leaf springs + dampers
Suspension rear: rigid axle, longitudinal semi-elliptic leaf springs + dampers
Rear axle: live semi-floating type
Differential: 4.81:1
Wheels: 32 inch Artillery type
Tires: 32 x 6
Options: wire wheels, dual side-mount spares, a luggage rack
Special:
- Founded by John B. Walker in 1899, the name coined from locomotive and automobile, as a manufacturer of inexpensive light steam carriages, Locomobile eventually began building gasoline-powered automobiles and by 1904, the company had morphed into a luxury brand.
- It became known as the “Best Built Car in America”, was also one of the most expensive and elegant automobiles manufactured in the United States.
- In 1922 Locomobile was acquired by Durant Motors, which continued using the Locomobile brand name for their top-of-the-line autos until 1929.
- In 1911, the firm introduced the Model 48 and called it “The Exclusive Car for Exclusive People”. The slogan endured up until the company stopped producing automobiles in 1929.
- As far as known, there are only 5 survivors left.
- For 1927 The 8-80 Series was only available as this 4-door Sedan model.
- In 1928 the 8-80 Series was available as this 4-door Sedan, as 4-door Suburban Sedan, as 4-door Brougham, as 4-door Sport Touring, as 4-door Convertible, as 2-door Coupé, as 2-door Victoria Coupé and as 2-door Collapsible Coupé.
After a 3-month absence, I’m going to ease back into posting again. I went through a period of being busy and distracted for a while, and that morphed into not quite knowing where to begin again. I was taking photos during the whole absence but was not processing them. My intentions had been to post them in chronological order, but I’ve decided not to do it that way. The last photos I posted were from Door County, Wisconsin and there are still some from there that I want to post. However, I will mix things up chronologically and will finish adding the Door County material later. The subject matter will include a fair amount of nature as it always does, but there will be some photos from travels including museums and other miscellaneous subjects.
Today I’m posting two photos that were taken a few days ago here in Indianapolis very early on a damp, chilly, slightly foggy morning. Indianapolis is short on stunning natural scenery, so it takes imagination and creativity to think of natural landscape scenes that go beyond simply boring. The White River winds its way through the city, but most of the way residential, retail, commercial and industrial uses take away any resemblance to wild nature. That said, only a couple of miles from where I live, College Avenue crosses the White River at a place where there is a thin line of natural tree cover along both sides of the river despite being in the middle of the bustling neighborhood of Broad Ripple. I drive over the College Avenue bridge frequently and have always thought there are photo opportunities from that bridge. So, these two photos are of the same scene taken from the bridge, one a horizontal and the other a vertical.
Started out as a fairly basic upgrade, but morphed into a nearly a new build (with elements of the old seen mostly in the turret). Hull is entirely new (though the track system is reused), and the turret has been shortened and modified mostly in the rear (which, unfortunately) can't be seen.
Released with Evan's new tank.
I promise one day I'll upload all of my "in-the-brick" versions of these digital models... one day.
Halloween Cat/Bat
Created with Midjourney
PP work in Adobe PS Elements 2024 Raw filters
halloween black cat morphed into a bat, background orange moon ultra-details, Excellent clarity, watercolor
--chaos 10
--ar 3:4
--v 5.1
--style raw
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I love the charm of pre-2000 castle sets. This is a continuation of my attempts to build in a 'classic-style'.
I spent FAR too long on this one... It started off as something else entirely (that one may still make an appearance) but morphed into this, and I'd intended to build a Wolfpack Tavern so it worked out nicely in the end. I was inspired by a number of other 'classic style' builders on instagram and also the features of 6067 Guarded Inn.
See other picture for front artwork.