Nine days do go, and it now looks like I’ll have a tough time hitting my ten stories goal for the month.
It’s my fault, really; I can’t blame life or even other people.
Take this evening, for instance.
I happened upon this photo . . .
. . . and rather than continue writing the story I started yesterday evening (I have three lines written) I began playing with the photo.
First I cropped it . . .
Then I ran my usual processing plus a bit of a kick . . .
Then I wondered what it would look like in B&W . . .
That’s one of many I ran . . . that’s the one I kept because I wanted to combine layers. I also kept this one.
Then I brought the color version and the two B&W versions into Photoshop and played with combining them as layers using various blend modes.
Then I had the idea of practicing making a mask . . .
Then I played with the mask but was not happy with anything I did . . . until I brought this shot into the file.
My first pass at the sky-monster almost got me what I wanted . . .
The second blending option gave me what I wanted. Not that I knew ahead of time what I wanted; I just kept moving sliders around until I saw what I wanted.
What is it, you ask?
Isn’t it obvious? It’s an excuse not to write.
That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.
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