Desaturating the color alone did not produce the results above. I did that first but then also darkened highlights and lightened shadows -- before, of course, adding back in the warm tone in the second version here.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Still curious and encouraged by a friend to see what the photo in the previous post would look like in monochromatic versions, I took it to Photoshop and produced a black-and-white copy, then one in sepia.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
I'm a sucker for fog and also for old, twisted apple trees. Seeing this orchard tree against the backdrop of fog-softened birches at the edge of a small woods, I couldn't resist the shot. There so little color I considered taking it all out for a black-and-white or sepia tone, but in the end I left it alone. Don't know if it "works," but I like it.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
The look of the land has changed. We are edging into winter.
The water on Grand Traverse Bay looks colder, and the opposite shore is invisible, shrouded in mist and swirling snow.
A bit of warm brown hangs on in the woods, the ground is still green in the cherry orchards,
and certain apple orchards contribute spots of bright red to the scene.
As long as there is light, there will be color, even when a winter-weary spirit sees only stark black and white.
However you see the world in November, be careful on the roads!
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Is anyone ever impatient for the season's first frost? Probably not, and yet, when it comes, there is no denying its magic. Every leaf, every seed pod, every blade of grass takes on a new identity, dressed in costume for an ice palace ball. And since we know that it isn't winter, and it isn't snow, we feel that once the sun rises high enough, the frost will disappear, and the now-beautiful will turn Cinderella-dowdy.
Here comes the sun! Dowdy? How could anyone forget for a minute the beauty returning autumn sunlight would bring to roadsides, orchard trees, and blue Lake Michigan? South Fox Island never looked as close as it seemed on this sunny fall day.
Rain returned in Tuesday, for Election Day, but it didn't keep voters from the polls in our township. I went to town early and found no waiting line at all. Light inside the firehall coming through the doors shone on red maple leaves plastered to the pavement, and the red maple on Mill Street, always at its brightest on the day we go to vote, did its part to add a festive air to the important day.