tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54684724705151745942024-02-19T16:41:20.001-08:00Trying to Hold a Box of LightRealistic & Computer Morphed Digital Photos -- by Patricia Kelly (a/k/a Roswila)Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.comBlogger2365125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-33026687659303533432020-02-07T12:36:00.000-08:002020-02-07T12:36:05.385-08:00THE HIDDEN DANCE OF THE SNAIL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA36OmXeJdgPBYHP6CcDdNezn25tUnPw2Lu1CnTPb-OiIbk8CEI3gsoUWqkAErV1iXEmZOHXaIvfun4hgtlnGZfy2BCEKw6GzsNAiioFCjQHroM41xtCgkwqr8dCKlZgbzybmguLJTEHuc/s1600/PICT3580_edited+%25284%2529+tthabol.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="253" data-original-width="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA36OmXeJdgPBYHP6CcDdNezn25tUnPw2Lu1CnTPb-OiIbk8CEI3gsoUWqkAErV1iXEmZOHXaIvfun4hgtlnGZfy2BCEKw6GzsNAiioFCjQHroM41xtCgkwqr8dCKlZgbzybmguLJTEHuc/s1600/PICT3580_edited+%25284%2529+tthabol.JPG" /></a></div><b>Don't ask and I won't tell you a long, boring story about this photomorph ("The Hidden Dance of the Snail" [7-9-09 3580e[4]). In fact, I'm not even sure I know what it is. I'll simply add that I had fun fussing at this old, old photo of mine. Old, old, and slowly morphed ... like I've been. 😊 Seriously, it was taken in 2009. I've made many versions of it and have deleted many others along the way. Where this original pic (like others I have) is ever so slowly going is certainly unknown. But I do enjoy the trips it takes me on when I come across it again. This photomorph I'm afraid, though, only earns a meh vote from me. That's OK. Especially if one recalls the saying that "The journey is the goal."<br />
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Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-24367474343565186282020-01-30T14:14:00.000-08:002020-01-30T14:14:15.869-08:00DIPPING A TOE IN<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ95vv_66JblWJlpTawsl6tx5aM7wXJEvaidITnnDk6_4DaaxViFZ8u6QUY7SWLyTx5ljoW8gao3C_uKHCrJY9BOvxn8zR8U4yBsYU9V3ZM4q3vs2gsI1e2yQVXDAwOuEToA85NdfaChNR/s1600/001+v3+%25284%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ95vv_66JblWJlpTawsl6tx5aM7wXJEvaidITnnDk6_4DaaxViFZ8u6QUY7SWLyTx5ljoW8gao3C_uKHCrJY9BOvxn8zR8U4yBsYU9V3ZM4q3vs2gsI1e2yQVXDAwOuEToA85NdfaChNR/s320/001+v3+%25284%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>"Dipping A Toe In" (12-23-14 001v3[3]) was just tortured into this form from a much older version of the six year old original pic of mine. I haven't been over to this area of our retirement community's grounds in quite some time. And stumbling across the several versions I have of this old pic, has reminded me to hie that way occasionally. BTW, to the far left of this pic are gardens our residents (for the most part) plant and tend. And in the fall, some gorgeous red leafed trees appear here, as if by a miracle. At least that's what it felt like to me the first time after I'd moved here from New York City. What!? -- I thought -- fall trees in California? But back to this pic. I don't even know if this wonderful stag horn plant is still there. And I've not been paying much attention to those fabulous architecture shadows that get cast near day's end. I must admit, some of this has to do with (whining alert) not having a good pic editing program. It leaves me less inclined to take pix if I can't work on them as I want to. This blog has suffered directly due to this: I just don't feel I'm able to produce pix I want to showcase here without my old Photoshop program. Sigh, that sounds suspiciously like how I feel about my life in general for some time now. I'm old and less able (in too many ways) to do what I most want and am used to being able to do. Ah well, today I dip my toe back into this blog with a slightly satisfying new version of an old pic.<br />
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"Wolf Moon" (Archival 5-25-09 1726v13f[2]) is a slight re-working today of one of my oldest pix, taken in 2009. I'm not even sure it was originally a moon shot. It's rare that I can't recall the original scene beneath some massive editing of a pic that I've done. But the results are certainly suggestive of a full moon. BTW, the moon out there in our sky now is the yearly wintertime Wolf Moon. As to my failing memory in this instance? Note I said it's "rare" that I can't recall ... :-) I will only add that back in those days I was a total newbie to photography, not to mention quite determined to get some good full moon pix. Which I kept trying to do for some time (and even still try to do occasionally these days) with little to no success. So there's a good chance a full moon lies beneath this pic. <br />
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In case I don't make a post before Wednesday (Christmas) here's a new version (Photomorph/Screenshots 6, 10-21-19[83]) of an old pic of mine that puts me in mind of that holiday. But also others, as this time of year is filled with festivals of light. I hope whatever holiday you observe (or if you observe none at all) that this time of year brings you and yours health, happiness, and prosperity.<br />
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Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-1031409197745563412019-10-19T13:09:00.002-07:002019-10-20T10:52:58.513-07:00AN AUTUMN BOUTONNIÈRE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zsSBgCxfYA5d7WdYociok09gUcnv0HX6EFsB4w6hjsZtBE8e_9lL3ALry-ES4WqYujfi4VrK7TYL5r8WU51d0nAH-427ROZOjWIgUwuXahMDP4gvy91AKr4SwOVrXz1s9YHNoVKHnNYR/s1600/2019-10-15+%252833%2529+tthabol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="563" data-original-width="754" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3zsSBgCxfYA5d7WdYociok09gUcnv0HX6EFsB4w6hjsZtBE8e_9lL3ALry-ES4WqYujfi4VrK7TYL5r8WU51d0nAH-427ROZOjWIgUwuXahMDP4gvy91AKr4SwOVrXz1s9YHNoVKHnNYR/s320/2019-10-15+%252833%2529+tthabol.png" width="320" /></a></div><b><font color="orange">"An Autumn Boutonnière"</font> (ss-3 10-15-19[35]) was just edited slightly from an old version of an even older pic of mine. (Technical Rant Alert! Skip to orange text at end if you're not interested ...) In this case, that number 35 in brackets does not indicate how many previous versions I've made, but is just saying how many screen shots that day I'd made of different pix of mine ... Go figure, I'm beginning to have quite a time of it ... The Windows 10 photos program slaps a number on at the end of the file name of a pic, no matter what it is I've done to it. I suppose once done working on a pic I could then modify it's title to suit me (get rid of these pesky numbers?). Eh! Something to think about. However, should I decide to do it, not only will I then have to remember to do it all the time (good luck at my age!) but how will I tell over time which sort of numbering is applicable? (Sequential versions of an individual pic, or overall total of that day's varied screen shots?) ROTFL! Why do I even care? As long as I can find a pic based on a file name is all that really matters. And, even more so -- ROTFLMAO -- the reason I'm doing so many screen shots is I don't <u>have</u> the file names for a great many of my old pix that I'm running across in my paper files and on the computer. So, I screen shot it, and it winds up with a new file name. Yep, duplication of images on my computer, but I've got ready access to the pix and maintained my sanity. In the past, I've gone through the craziness of going through computer folders of pix going back to 2008, amounting to pix in the thousands, hunting for some old pic. Ain't about to do that agin' if'n I kin possibly avoid it. Yikes! What a tirade for what must sound like a little thing ... <font color="orange">Oh, and today's pic? I like that autumnal feel to it. It's closer to black and white in its earlier version, but I felt it needed some warming up today.</font><br />
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Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-5155259242446067772019-10-16T12:00:00.003-07:002019-10-16T12:03:26.959-07:00LOOKING AHEAD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yFcPDBsAsYGoSOxdMhxO5lOlC3Iiqq_-cSmTvklQ3SXZOvcogLHmKjN1QepiwchZlWIcUFFX02MxTRu9ZQqI8NCTEuFMKWCZ7A8tt_EbCkV-sRTDE1SKNgmFG4o2FiIKorHzT2BZEFet/s1600/2019-10-15+%252822%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="758" data-original-width="566" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yFcPDBsAsYGoSOxdMhxO5lOlC3Iiqq_-cSmTvklQ3SXZOvcogLHmKjN1QepiwchZlWIcUFFX02MxTRu9ZQqI8NCTEuFMKWCZ7A8tt_EbCkV-sRTDE1SKNgmFG4o2FiIKorHzT2BZEFet/s320/2019-10-15+%252822%2529.png" width="238" /></a></div><b>"Looking Ahead" (ss-3 10-15-19[22]) is a very old pic of mine that I've always liked. I'd archived it a couple years back when my old computer just couldn't handle all the pix I had on it at the time. I now have all those archives on this newer computer. Not to mention I've been going through piles and piles (i.e., years and years worth) of paper copies of my dreams&poetry blog posts, which consist of a pic and a poem on each. (Most are being put in "the round file" now, but some are still worth saving, IMHO.) In this weeding out I'm coming across photos I'd plumb forgotten about. Today's being one of them. I may like it so much largely because I'm reminded of the day in that park in Solvang when I took the photo. One of the nicest days ever. As I just said to a friend about that day, all was right with the world.<br />
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<i>[aka: Patricia Kelly]</i> **** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or photos, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”) **** </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-54802286839309360602019-10-10T14:34:00.001-07:002019-10-10T14:43:15.600-07:00AUTUMN PEEKS OUT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1kSvt12md3emT2Q75Qa6pQcy43Ucqn7ct_Urs8Nw3fvuZqgVP8T96HMH6mGHzJkhrKA6H614byc3tADRHyx0uMnSFQdh48Awha-ZKnLv3eCjdlJ7Jr7td5H1FT-FFasSRtjSJ2Ltk_Ql/s1600/2019-01-25+%252838%2529+tthabol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="662" data-original-width="716" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1kSvt12md3emT2Q75Qa6pQcy43Ucqn7ct_Urs8Nw3fvuZqgVP8T96HMH6mGHzJkhrKA6H614byc3tADRHyx0uMnSFQdh48Awha-ZKnLv3eCjdlJ7Jr7td5H1FT-FFasSRtjSJ2Ltk_Ql/s320/2019-01-25+%252838%2529+tthabol.png" width="320" /></a></div><b>"Autumn Peeks Out" (ss-many 1-25-19[38]) was just morphed from a very old version of an even older photo of mine. It's one of those I mentioned in my pic comments yesterday, that always ask to be experimented with when I come across them. See that number 38 in the parentheses after the title? The indicates there have been 37 previous versions. (Not all saved, but I worked on that many. Fortunately, the computer program does the numbering automatically.) BTW, if I had to choose which is my favorite season, it would be fall. Which is probably why as I tortured this pic it kept calling out to have its colors moved a bit closer to autumn's.<br />
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<i>[aka: Patricia Kelly]</i> **** If you wish to copy or use any of my writing or photos, please email me for permission (under “View my complete profile”) **** </b>Roswilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15669275952943509399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5468472470515174594.post-4059945891430322712019-10-08T13:26:00.001-07:002019-10-08T13:32:57.547-07:00THE GROWTH RINGS OF LOVE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOkCEYgqbm5GTglZ9BftIBmYpY4IwJ0p9svHW71PkIsPXJluZB5udZWkXsToxV4mOvZn6be0x-XpNp24cdKAX3P8Fgq_RREtJA0eCmi-us767KY5nNZq_c9NmMEg-nNJ8JZA0a3KxNTNi/s1600/2019-01-25+%252850%2529+tthabol.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="611" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEOkCEYgqbm5GTglZ9BftIBmYpY4IwJ0p9svHW71PkIsPXJluZB5udZWkXsToxV4mOvZn6be0x-XpNp24cdKAX3P8Fgq_RREtJA0eCmi-us767KY5nNZq_c9NmMEg-nNJ8JZA0a3KxNTNi/s320/2019-01-25+%252850%2529+tthabol.png" width="299" /></a></div><b>Yeah, I understand "The Growth Rings of Love" (ss-many 1-25-19[50]) as being no where near as orderly and clear as those of trees. And that's about all I have to say about this pic of mine. Except that you might note that #50 in brackets at the end of the info after it's title. That's how many times I've made new versions. That's 50 versions of this old pic just since getting this new computer about 10 months ago. Some pix simply have that pull. When I come across them I find myself wanting -- nay, itching -- to do something with them. BTW, I'm not saying that I save every version of a pic that I make. I don't. Not by far. But the computer system tracks each version sequentially, whether I still have all the previous copies on the system or not. And I don't change the numbering as I find it, shall I say, informative. :-D <br />
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