Sunday, May 25, 2008

Monochomatic Monday #8

My original picture.  It was taken at Justin's Anchor's Aweigh Party.  I took it to picnik...

converted it to black and white

cropped it

went up on the contrast, saturation and temperature

put the color back in the flags

 

The end results:

I played with several different pictures but, I kept coming back to this one.  Today is, after all, Memorial Day.

I have always been of the opinion that no matter how you felt about the conflict going on in today's world that those that are fighting this battle deserve our support.  There are many over there, I'm sure, that don't want to be but, out of a sense of duty and honor, they have gone.

I also think that we should not only remember our men and women over there fighting but, those from other Countries also.  Many have given there lives from America and many other places world wide.

My hope is that they will all be home soon.  No matter where they come from.

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Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Picture Perfect~~~Broken

Those that visit here often, know that my cousin and I visit old graveyards, whenever we get a chance.  I guess, some may think that's strange but, we both love history and what better place to find it.

This particular graveyard was a bit different than any we had been too.  It's one of the oldest in this area.  It's said to be an old slave graveyard.  From what we were told, those buried here didn't die as slaves or at least those with markers didn't but, they were born into slavery.

Above is a picture of Morticia reading a broken headstone.  If you click on the picture, you can read the dates.  The date of death was 1916.

This was a place that seemed to have been forgotten. In a heavily wooded area that had been unattended for many years.  The latest grave site we found was 1979 and all the flowers and wreaths that were put there at the funeral, were still there.  Tattered ribbons were hanging from them.

Most of the places we visit have a peaceful feel to theme. This one was just strange.  The air seemed to stop moving.  There was no breeze.  We didn't hear the sound of birds or other animals that inhabited the woods.

Some of the graves were marked by bricks or in some cases pieces of broken trees.  There were several not marked at all.  The only way you knew they were there was the outline of the sunken ground.

Such a sad and lonely place.  Broken and forgotten.

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Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Picture to words...The foggy path

 

She stumbled from the house, fighting the darkness until, she reached the fog laden path.  She stopped on the bridge struggling to calm herself.  Closing her eyes, she focused on the sounds of the water below.   Slowly, she began to settle.

Opening her eyes, she admired the beauty around her  The river running lazily under the bridge.  The mountains, in the distance, became clearer as the fog began to lift.  A family of deer were by the banks.  She smiled as she watched them. 

Her thoughts began to drift back to the house and the vision she had seen there.  There were so many unanswered questions.  Who was the man in the portrait and why had he been killed?  Who had shot him?  Why was the face, of the woman she had seen, her own?  Why had the house been empty for so long?

There were some questions that could be answered now.  Leaning on the bridge, her chin in her hand, she began to plan it out.   She would find out who the current owner of the house was.  Maybe she could go to the library and find some history on the house or talk to some of the locals here.

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't hear the man walk up behind her.  He had been watching her for some time.  "You do realize you're trespassing" he said.  Upon hearing his voice, she knew, before she ever turned, what she would find.

Hair as black as night, eyes a deep blue, around his neck a silver medallion, with the word "Destiny" inscribed.

Maybe this was the place to begin.

 

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Once again, I've sat here, for a long time, just to write a few words. LOL  Don't know how writers do it.  Then, the phone rang too, which was a blessing because, I needed a break.  With inspiration anew, I tried again. 

Someone on my last post said "they hope the story haunted me".  Guess it is cause now I want the answers.  

 Picture to Words is a great site.  If you would like to know more...click here.

Night Y'all

 

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Monochromatic Monday Entry #7

I have always wanted to do this.  My grandmonster, Matthew.  He has beautiful blue eyes.  Right now he's mad at me because, I was supposed to take him toy shopping if he got all green this week which, he did.  LOL  Toy shopping will take place tomorrow.

Anyway, this is my original pic...

I changed it to black and white

put the blue back in his eyes

played around with the color filter and decided to go with green

cropped it

went up on contrast, saturation and temperature

added the vignette feature and...

my outcome

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Picture Perfect~~~Summertime Fun

My Grandmonster Tyler.  I took this picture Sat. on his birthday.  We had a great time.  Cake and Ice cream.  Then off to Wal Mart and McDonald's.  The boys had a great time at the play ground there.  Then we came back home and spent a couple hours outside.  Blowing bubbles, playing with dinosaurs and cars and taking pictures.  Tyler has a new camera. LOL

To me, summer time fun is simply, being outside.  Whether it's with my Grandmonsters, or my crazy cousin Morticia, running through creeks and woods or taking off to the beach to find adventures of our own and take pictures.

For more on Picture Perfect and Summertime Fun...click here.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Picture to words...Doors

Doors

 

As she walked through the door, she thought of the many times, she had passed it by.  The old, abandoned farm house.  It was separated from the highway, by a field.  It's own small forrest behind it.  A peaceful place that seemed to belong to a time and place of it's own. 

She walked through a door that must have been, at one time, a parlor.  The room, like the rest of the house, was empty except, for a painting that was covered by a black drape.

Slowly, she pulled the cloth aside.  Her breath caught in her throat.  It was a portrait of a man. Dressed in the era of 100 years ago.  He wore a silver medallion that read "Destiny".  His hair as black as night.  His eyes, the deepest blue she had ever seen.  Eyes that seemed to be looking into the deepest parts of her.  Eyes full of knowledge, strength and passion.

Mesmerized, by a man, she had never known that must have lived here many years  ago, she wondered who he was.  What kind of man had he been?  Who had put that look of passion in his eyes?  Why was she so affected by it?

She turned away to explore the rest of the house.  So many rooms.  So many open doors.  All but one.

As she approached the door, her vision began to blur.  Slowly the house began to change.  No longer empty.  She could hear voices.  She could smell flowers in the hallway.  There were beautiful rugs on the floors.

The visions didn't scare her.  She had had them before.  What bothered her was the crying she could hear behind the closed door.

As she opened the door, her hands began to tremble.  She was consumed by the sadness coming from within. 

Inside lay a man.  A bright red stain across his chest.  Blood, from a gun shot wound. The silver medallion stood out  against  it.  He lay lifeless.  The man in the portrait.

By his side was a woman.  Her own tears began to fall as she watched her.  She could feel the woman's agony.  Her emptiness and despair.  The horrible sense of loss.

The woman raised her tear streaked face.  The air ceased to move.  Her head began to spin.  She was drifting into darkness.  The face she had looked into.....was her own.

To be cont. at a later date in time.  LOL

 

So, there ya go.  My pitiful attempt at writing a story. LOL  I can see it unfold in my head.  Just have a hard time putting it into words.

To read more entries on this weeks theme...Doors...click, click.

Monday, May 12, 2008

Monochromatic Monday

My original picture.  Not feeling particularly creative today but, went outside looking for something for today...

What I did...

changed to black and white.

cropped the picture

went up on exposure and contrast

added the color back to the leaves

sharpened

went up on saturation and temperature

The outcome...

 

For more on MM click here.  Lot's of fun and I'm learning lots.

Second attempt

 

 

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Picture To Words Week One

As the rain falls,

she can almost hear it whisper her name.

Drops softly caress her skin

The worries of the day are washed away

Peace comes over her

Head thrown back, arms to the sky,

her laughter echos through the night

as her dance, with the rain, begins.

 

Something new. Picture to words.  For those who love to write and those who would love to write.  I fall in the latter.  LOL  As I have been told, my secret is out.  So, my first entry and my first attempt.  Any advice will be welcome here.

This combines two of my favorite things, pictures and words.  To learn more....click here.

Picture Perfect~~~Gossamer

 

GOSSAMER

NOUN:

  1. A soft sheer gauzy fabric.
  2. Something delicate, light, or flimsy.
  3. A fine film of cobwebs often seen floating in the air or caught on bushes or grass.

The petals of a rose.  Delicate, soft, beautiful.

For more on PP click here.....

Camera: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XTi
Exposure: 3.2 sec (16/5)
Aperture: f/18
Focal Length: 55 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Monochromatic Monday

This is one of my favorite pictures of India, on her wedding day.  Of course, I messed it up.  So,  I went to picnik tonight to play around with it.  I cropped the picture.  Adjusted the contrast.  Changed it to black and white.  Then added a matte effect.  This is what I got.

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Thursday, May 1, 2008

Picture Perfect Magical


I don’t want realism. I want magic!
TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, A Streetcar Named Desire
I took this picture several months ago.  To me, there is something "magical" about the moon, when it's shinning so brightly through the clouds.  It sometimes appears to be playing hide and seek.
I love watching the moon like this.   The way it lights up the sky around it.  The changing shapes as the clouds move over.  My thoughts drift off to other places as I weave dreams of "magical" moments that were and maybe, one day, will be, underneath a "magical" moon.
Camera: Kodak Z7590 Zoom
Exposure: 0.5 sec (1/2)
Aperture: f/3.3
Focal Length: 39.5 mm
ISO Speed: 400
Exposure Bias: 2 EV
Flash: Flash did not fire

I haven't yet, caught this moon the way I want but, I haven't given up.  I will keep trying, as time permits.  Any advice here is welcome.
I look forward to seeing all the entries this week.  I have a lot going on, at the moment, so, it may take some time.
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Dance with me
Beneath the moon and stars
Take my hand
You have my heart
If it be fate or if it be chance
Lead me through this glorious dance
Sounds of night our symphony
Bodies swaying wild and free
A look, A touch, passions high
On this night, together we fly
LHudson
(When I wrote it, I forget, LOL)