I really didn't know what to do for this challenge and then on Saturday morning we had some fog, which opened up some interesting possibilities. It was quite dim in the wood and this exposure took 4 seconds.
I am sure the image will seem entirely too contrived for some, but actually I haven't made that many adjustments:
1. Lens correction
2. Crop applied
3. Slight change of the red hue and saturation.
4. Some curves manipulation
I like the way it looks a bit like a monochrome brush painting at the top and then moves into colour at the bottom.
[Dec. 2nd, 2008 09:32:47 PM]
A couple of people have pointed out that the fog is lost - entirely deliberate I'm afraid.
But for those who want to see a more authentic rendition, here you go:
Albeit with a slightly different crop.
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this got a 7 from me, looks more like an 8 today though. i like how the trees fade to nothing, makes the veiwer have to think about it longer. beatuiful red leaves/flowers on the ground, the were captured nicely. adds that perfect bit of 'oomf'
Oh wow! I can't put my finger on why I like this so much, but it really is nice! I actually would like it more without the red and green foreground, but a 10 nonetheless.
A really interesting photograph. The fallen red leaves bring blood to mind - almost as though the trees are dying. Not being very articulate, I shall leave it as 'a photo with impact'. Strong work.
An hour into his hike, Peter stopped. Something was wrong. The gentle breeze that had softly played through the woods for the last couple of hours had died suddenly, leaving a cloying feel to the air. The sounds of the forest had likewise cut right off. It was as if he'd walked into an air-tight container, yet here he stood, surrounded by the trees and scrub.
What made him look up, he didn't know. Perhaps some change or movement or sixth sense, but look up he did. What he saw there shocked him so badly he could make no sound at all. He was frozen to the spot, his eyes locked onto what was happening in horror. What his eyes showed him reminded him of the time he had watched a city clean-up crew whitewash graffiti off a building wall in the park he was playing in as a child. A memory that stuck with him, as he watched what he had thought to be a beautiful painting being scrubbed away with white paint. It had saddened him at the time.
Now, so many years later, he watched not in sadness, but in horror. For it was happening again right in front of him. This time, it was not a graffiti mural, but the very world being scrubbed away. From the top down. As the white of nothingness descended towards him, wiping out the forest as if it were nothing, it seemed that the paralyzing fear finally broke and Peter let out a wailing scream.
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