Posts Tagged ‘photo cropping’
Inverted Perspective
Looking down to look up toward the sky by way of reflections on water.
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I like the similarities and the difference between the two images. They were, in fact, reflecting the same overhead view, just from different distances.
That break in the clouds never materialized yesterday. It wasn’t non-stop rain all day, but it was gray, damp, and cloudy enough to squelch motivation for outdoor adventures. Having Delilah up here this trip forced some walks outside which led us to the bridge where I captured these images.
Here are the un-cropped versions that reveal how I achieved the two different depths of focus:
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This morning appears to be picking up where yesterday left off, in terms of cloudy sky and potential for rain. I am very curious to find out how much of the precipitation of the last two days has also fallen on our Wintervale property. Reviewing the radar images leaves some questions because of the spotty coverage of rain.
Here’s hoping our parched land received a respectable dose of the moisture because it was sorely needed.
We are heading home today, so we will soon find out. Happy to have gloomy weather for our departure. It is always a lot harder to leave the lake place when the weather is gorgeous on a Sunday.
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Basically Leafless
By the time November arrives, our forest is basically leafless. There are always oak trees that hold onto a portion of their leaves all winter long, but for the most part, the rest of the canopy now rests as a glorious carpet gracing our forest floor.
Seems just a blink ago that I was showing off the fall color starting in the trees behind the barn.
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I tried matching the picture yesterday without having first looked back at the original image to see that I had stood back far enough to include the hay-field fence in the first view. Some deft cropping provides a pretty close comparison, regardless.
We lucked out yesterday with sunshine all day long, which allowed Delilah and I to pick off a variety of small projects. With her tethered to the loop in my Carhartt pants, or sometimes to a nearby tree, she shows every sign of believing herself an integral partner in accomplishing my goals.
If she only knew.
Ah, but the added hassles it creates for me is a small price to pay for the look in her eyes and spring in her step as she checks with me to determine which direction we go next.
Having a dog attached by leash when doing chores provides unique perspective highlighting how often I tend to double back for some added tool or forgotten task. I can almost hear her thinking, “We just came from here a second ago!?”
Back and forth, I go, crunching through the deep carpet of fallen leaves.
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Relative Something 