In the springtime all things are possible.
Endless possibilities.
That’s the season. Spring. I know it’s not spring according to the calendar, but in the south spring starts a little earlier. Our spring. Meanwhile in the eastern part of the country, y’all were hit by a northeaster. Apparently, there is no way in and out of New York City unless you use private transportation.
Meanwhile.
Down here in the swamp, we are in the middle of some perfect weather. Temperatures around 70 degrees. Low humidity. Blue skies.
Not so swampy.
This picture. Not layered. Not compiled. Not stacked. Just one picture. Also, I didn’t use multiple editing programs. Just Snapseed. On my iPhone.
Because.
I try to keep things simple. I am, at the heart of me, a photojournalist. I am experimenting. Sometimes I use what I’ve learned here on Storyteller, in my other work. My paying work. But, I’m not a heavy Photoshop guy.
Besides.
While all art is autobiographical, the viewer makes about 80% of the image’s meaning from his or her life history. In other words, you see what you want to see. And, that’s okay.
I liked the caption as much as I loved the picture 👌
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Thank you so much. I’m trying to add a little more in my captions. 🙂
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Keep up the good work!
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Thank you. I’ll try. 🙂
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We (or maybe just me) did okay here in NJ…well, I almost crashed into two fallen trees on the way to work. The state police have me on speed-dial lol
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Glad you’re safe. We got a lot of snow across two rivers. But… 🎭
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reminds me of Roberto Bolaño ….good afternoon Ray 😀
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I’ll have to Google him. Not sure who that is. Have fun.
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Perfect hue of colors..
Regards
Ami
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I’d like to believe that I see color kinda well.
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