Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Photoshop gone awry
I'd spent about 14 hours producing the above image for a Knoxville t-shirt thingey in connection with my sister, due by Thanksgiving.
The time did not include actual photography and editing, of course, but after burning the midnight oil, then springing forth like Perseus from the head of Zeus (or whatever) I asked my beloved to give me her input.
M sat at the computer, readjusted the screen, stared for a moment, then with furrowed brow, said:
"I'm not quite sure what you're going for here."
I thought about mentioning the subtly ironic christ-like tones, but, instead, went and laid down on the couch in the fetal position.
Sigh.
Back to the drawing board.
Or, if you like , click on the above for a larger, printworthy image, and you kids at home can be the proud owner of a "He is Risen" Iron-On.
Or whatever.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Morning Soup
I was on the balcony this morning, eating M's mexican chicken soup, observing the people milling around in the street below and listening to our downstairs neighbor bitch about the construction, when a large green balloon flew past.
It was the size of beachball and appeared to be descending towards the Farmer's Market at a pretty good clip, just a few hundred feet away.
"Gonna pop itself on that fence," I predicted to myself, and subsequently watched it's descent.
It zigged off course for a moment but then, sure enough, zagged back towards the top of the spiked fence, which it hit directly.
Now here's the interesing part:
Not only did the balloon not pop, but after rebounding from the really pointy spike it continued on in an upward trajectory. And not just for a few feet.
It dissappeared behind a tree, where I thought it had foundered, but then re-appeared, a hundred feet beyond, soaring into the sky.
It continued ascending until, finally, it literally dissappeared from sight.
*Interesting Side Note: While surfing balloon images for this post, I came across a balloon fetish site. Who knew?
It was the size of beachball and appeared to be descending towards the Farmer's Market at a pretty good clip, just a few hundred feet away.
"Gonna pop itself on that fence," I predicted to myself, and subsequently watched it's descent.
It zigged off course for a moment but then, sure enough, zagged back towards the top of the spiked fence, which it hit directly.
Now here's the interesing part:
Not only did the balloon not pop, but after rebounding from the really pointy spike it continued on in an upward trajectory. And not just for a few feet.
It dissappeared behind a tree, where I thought it had foundered, but then re-appeared, a hundred feet beyond, soaring into the sky.
It continued ascending until, finally, it literally dissappeared from sight.
*Interesting Side Note: While surfing balloon images for this post, I came across a balloon fetish site. Who knew?
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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