Photo Rehab Cover Makeover #11: The Sound of Music

It’s been a busy week, and I missed the deadline for Cover Makeover #11

The challenge was doing a makeover of The Sound od Music. Here is the cover from the challenge post linked above. There are different covers, but they seem to follow the same general theme.


Let me first clarify something . . . I hate musicals. 

The reason I hate them are many, but the major reason is because the songs typically interrupt the narrative. The secondary reason is that in my sixty years of life I’ve never known anyone to, at random times, break out in song. Mind you, it would have made many of GM’s endless meetings entertaining.

However, I’m not an absolutist . . . there are two musicals I’ve watched more than once and could be convinced to watch again. They are Streets of Fire and Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. I could go into the why I exempt those two movies from my disdain, but I won’t.

Instead, I will talk about the cover makeover. 

As it so happens, Switzerland is one of the places I’ve set foot on. It was a good transition between Germany and Italy. I know I have a few german German readers. I don’t know if I have Swiss readers. I know I have a few Italian readers. Without malice, without desire to insult anyone, and without going into much detail, here’s the summary of our experience in those three countries. 

Germany: beautiful scenery, great roads, lousy food, lousy coffee, mostly unfriendly people.
Switzerland: beautiful scenery, great roads, better food, still lousy coffee, neutral (indifferent) people (it figures); scornful, even.
Italy: beautiful scenery, decent roads, panini (need I say more?), espresso, friendly people.

Before I get inundated with complaints at my characterization, understand this: I summarize our experiences. They are our experiences and as such they are not representative of experiences other people have when visiting in those countries. Explaining to me the how and why it is wrong of me to characterize the countries thus will not change either our experiences or our impressions of the places we visited. What would change (or confirm) our impressions, is another visit. If you are a reader that would like to make that happen, we’ll gladly accept an all-expenses-paid trip retracing our 1995 trip.

I’ll add one more thing. If you are from a country outside the US, before yelling at me about being unfair to a whole population because of a limited perspective, I will remind you I am constantly bombarded with disparaging remarks about Americans. Be it because of religion (I’m not religious), education (I think of myself as educated), and culture (OK; you got me there), I’m lumped in with people who have zero in common with me. At no time do I take those comments personally, mostly because I share at least one trait with the Swiss. Likewise, you should not take the above characterizations as representative of my opinion of individuals who read this blog, all of which I am sure are persons of discerning and impeccable taste. 

Anyway, I visited Switzerland, so I have scenery from there captured on  . . . film. 

I also have an Epson Perfection V6000 Photo scanner. I wanted to have something decent to work with, so I scanned the negatives I have from our visit to Lauterbrunnen (as opposed to scanning the prints). We actually stayed there for a few days. If you search for images of Lauterbrunnen valley you will see beautiful photos of mountains and valley awash with sunshine. 

These are the scans of my negatives without any adjustments.



We were on a cog railway car heading up to Jungfrau, the lighting was poor, and these were taken while moving.

The scanner has the option to automatically adjust the color. Enabling that feature got me this:



I did a bit more processing in Lightroom and onOne. 

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I have photos of Switzerland’s landscape, but I don’t have Julie Andrews or smiling kids. 

I do have photos from one of my visits to Illinois . . . 


That’s my father-in-law and two people I don’t know. These next two photos are of one of my nieces, taken twelve years ago. They are both from the same day.

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OK, all I now need is a pastoral setting . . . for that I grabbed a photo from one of my visits to Rocky Mountains National Park.


So, let me put all the elements together . . . 

SofM 03

Now,  a bit of tweaking, a few passes with a couple of Topaz’s plugins, and I get this:

SofM 05

I wanted musical notes, so I downloaded free brush presets HERE and HERE. Combine that with Hobo font, and you get this:

SofM Final

Mind you, this was more an exercise at practicing masking, blending, and playing with layers than producing a cover that might motivate people to watch the movie . . . it’s a musical. I don’t even recommend the ones I like.

In case anyone wonders about it, I have not watched The Sound of Music

I hope this exercise in a bit of escapism has entertained you. If not, don’t tell anyone about this post. Unless there is someone you don’t like, in which case point them here so they too can suffer. 

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