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Postprocessing of the previously posted picture, but coming back to it after a little while, I'm not sure it is an improvement.
I seem to go a little overboard with the curves when letting alone with Lightroom.
One day I arrived home & discovered my son & husband working together in the kitchen on this colorful lunch of peppers, onions and sausage to be served with pasta.
Postprocessing of the previously posted picture, but coming back to it after a little while, I'm not sure it is an improvement.
I seem to go a little overboard with the curves when letting alone with Lightroom.
N700 is the fastest trainset that makes the Tokaido Shinkansen run between Tokyo and Osaka. Notice the subtle differences in the nose area with the regular 700 series Shinkansen trainset.
Back out on the Lincoln trail today. Everything is in bloom. And the trees have their leaves / foliage!
Sharps Ridge Veterans Memorial Park
North Knoxville, Tennessee
Friday, April 9th, 2021
I have fallen to the dark side. I now post-process my photos. It was inevitable.
(Note: This was not taken by me, obviously, as I am in it. It was taken by a friend of mine named Chris Oaten.)
A breeding male American Goldfinch visits the sunflower seed feeder in the yard, almost daring me to take his photo.
A warm day disappears towards the other side of earth. The Windmill patiently waiting what the night will bring. Certainly no wind, certainly no work to be done - finally it's summer!
The bird was about a hundred yards from our dock and the light was dimming. But I captured a number of shots of the Heron stretching its wings and neck. To make it a slightly more interesting photo, I composited four of them together into a single photo, using Photoshop.
Shot in the Studio4Fun/BoothPhoto booth at the dclic Photo and Video show. I was invited to use the mini studio for a few hours. I had the pleasure to work with Vincent Lamoureux.
Only 1 light was used, near the model, on the right. The barn doors were adjusted to limit the spill
Model is Maude from Mannequin Direct and we met at the show.
Strobe info: Aurora Mini200 with barn doors on the right at 60% power, aiming slightly down.
Photo & Postprocessing: Dumitru Radu
Designer - Lucian Rusu
Hairstyling - Soso - Excentric
MUA - Roxana Armeana
Model - Roxana Armeana
... but try waking up every morning and loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero ~ Story People
I'm not sad - but it's Sad Bokeh Friday so I photographed the rising sun through the dead branches of the almond tree in our garden. The tree isn't quite dead but it's dying I think ... which is sad.
I've wanted to use this quote for a while - I think it's funny in a bleak way and also quite true - so I chose it today because being out in the garden reminded me of the heroic feat of renewal each of us undertakes daily.
To make it look a little *sadder*, I adjusted colour in photoshop ... Even Sadder On Black
Der Himmel über Berlin (1987) or Wings Of Desire is one of my all-time favourite movies. Directed by Wim Wenders, it is the story of an angel who watches and records the life of the humans, and gradually comes to the decision to become human so he can experience rather than observe life, even with all its pain and suffering. I first saw Wings of Desire about 20 years ago when it screened during the Festival Of Perth, and I was really touched by it; as I get older it means even more to me.
This is another photo of the angel at Fremantle Cemetery. Thanks to
Borealnz, and A Million To One, and Les brumes for their beautiful textures
Happy Monday Blues!
Thought of the chorus of this song when I saw this fence on the beach ♫♪♫
Yay! It's cooler, so I'm heading out for the evening - I'll be around later or tomorrow : )
A real experiment in PP this. This is a shot of water from a fine mister spray bottle, two images overlaid, and then 'warped' in Lightroom by applying the lens profile of a fisheye lens to distort and stretch the edges. No end result in mind when I started this was just playing around with some images than were initially just playing with sunlight through the spray.
He is a pandit (priest) and was sitting on the Abu road station. Trains came and went but he was completely absorbed in reading his book (most prob it was some religious scripture).
This from my first few shots using 55-200 lens :)
Ladies and gentlemen, the starting lineup for the foosball match of the century!
Strobist: Each frame was shot with a tightly snooted Vivitar 285HV over each player's head to look like a spotlight. The images were combined in PS using the Layers->Lighten mode.
Norieul Park
Albury NSW Australia
Postprocessing: Nikon RAW to JPG conversion in Nikon View NX-i with minor focus and levels adjustment.—Contrast in HDREfex Pro 2.—White frame in CS3.
© Dirk HR Spennemann 2016, All Rights Reserved
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Títol original: "El gat postprocessat"
La mirada magnética
The magnetic gaze
Der magnetische Blick
Processat: capa original + capa desenfoc gaussià en modo enfosquir + capa desenfoc gaussià en modo subexposar color, tot amb la finalitat de difuminar el cos i conservar la mirada.
Words whisper in the streets, wound into stone,
Time trembles in the face of its own echoe.
A miracle leaps bouncingly over bridges, kisses quietly the water -
Lovers soar up towards the sky,
While gold drips from roofs into red morning flow.
A thousand steps pulse within the cobblestone road,
are conceived and born anew with every wingbeat of breath.
Doves coo towards peace,
And hope nests in cracks in the walls,
sits underneath fingernails like dirt.
From unexpected dreamearths, longing is sprouting.
Stairs open up, gleam in the morning light.
prague, may 2006
(originally written in german:
In den Strassen wispern Worte in Stein gewunden,
die Zeit zittert im Angesicht ihres eigenen Echos.
Ein Wunder springt federnd über Brücken, küsst leise das Wasser -
Liebende schwingen sich zum Himmel empor,
während Gold von Dächern in das Morgenrot tropft.
Im Pflaster pulsieren tausende Schritte,
werden empfangen und neu geboren mit jedem Flügelschlag aus Atem.
Tauben gurren dem Frieden entgegen
und die Hoffnung nistet in Mauerritzen,
sitzt unter den Fingernägeln wie Dreck.
Aus unerwartetenTraumerden sprießt Sehnsucht.
Treppen öffnen sich, glänzen im Morgenlicht. )
(Explore No. 309)