Walking at Work – Week 3
I have no idea what week I’m on. Winter break was a bit chaotic for me. A quick drive to see my parents in Alabama.Can any 12 hr drive be considered quick? I was then solo with the kids for about a week. While she was gone I managed to build a fairly decent bunk bed- a first for me. This was complicated by some licensing issues with Lightroom thanks to my ill-fated El Capitan upgrade that took a full uninstall of all my Adobe products to fix. . . I do not do well when I break these types of routines as my attachment to time and space is only tenuous at the best of times. In any case, many pictures were taken and lots of them were from the car.
I love the @Costica Acsinte Flickr photos. I like them enough to try to make one. cc licensed ( BY SA ) flickr photo shared by Tom Woodward Here’s a super quick video on how I did it. Essentially, steal beautifully broken chunks of those photographs and add them as layers to your photo. I did say “transfer” instead of “transform” and I use all Mac shortcuts. I am also sorry for having no idea how to say “Costica Acsinte” or “opacity”.
This one was made entirely by the book covers. I liked the glimpse it gave of how she spent her time on the bus. I’m not exactly sure where this bus comes from but it drops off a number of people each day and it is an interesting group. “That mother . . . . just took our picture.” Closest to drama I’ve gotten thus far although I have been accused of being with the FBI and/or police with the stranger photo series. I still find the colors of the leaves to be impressive. I particularly like them over bricks and cobblestones. Lots of personality in that stride. The lens flare may be a bit over the top but I liked the imperfections in combination with the sic semper tyrannis in the background. We found this snake while wandering around in the woods. It was one that releases a rather unpleasant musk when it’s unhappy. The kids handled it for a while anyway. I like the mix here of the curve of the snakes neck, the pattern of the scales, and the variety of textures. The brightness of autumn leaves and rain slick cobblestones . . . There’s so much properness here. She is headed someplace, probably church. There’s also something about vines and bricks. A lot of the things […]