Sometimes a photo just will not come out the way I expect it to - and eventhough this young lady is photogenic, the image I created just was not satisfactory. I did a couple of things to make it something else. These are some things I did.
1. did a little touchup.
2. evened out some skin tones.
3. desaturated and reduced contrast considerbly.
4. cropped the photo and made it landscape instead of portrait
5. increased image size
6. rendered it to similate an oil painting
7. increased the saturation
8. increased the contrast
If you double click on the photo it will enlarge and you will see more of the rendering qualities in a double image.
Thanks, Miss Naomi, for your great patience.
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by Paul Farrier
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
My Father's Eyes
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my Prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
When I look in my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
That's when I need my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose Him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That He was here with me;
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Waiting for my Prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
When I look in my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
That's when I need my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose Him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That He was here with me;
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
I looked into my Father's eyes.
My Father's eyes.
Eric Claptan
Thursday, July 9, 2009
#'s 9 & 10
We added two new members to my family over the past week. Our daughter, Jessica and her husband, Kevin have their second child. Our son, Abram and his wife wife Kimberly had their third.
We now have ten grandchilren, 9 of which are under 3 years old.
#9 - 7/1/09
Griffin Oliver Titus DeCamp
8lbs 5oz, 20in
#9 - Ian Alexander Nathaniel Farrier
7/8/09 7lbs 8oz 20in
We now have ten grandchilren, 9 of which are under 3 years old.
#9 - 7/1/09
Griffin Oliver Titus DeCamp
8lbs 5oz, 20in
#9 - Ian Alexander Nathaniel Farrier
7/8/09 7lbs 8oz 20in
Friday, July 3, 2009
Random - 0037 / Camp Oty’Okwa in Hocking County, Ohio
On January 1, 2004, we were visiting friends in Hocking County, Ohio. One of our friends works at Camp Oty' Okwa and she offered us a tour of the property. At the end of the ridge, there are huge boulders with deep crevasses. It appears that ions ago these boulders were one huge rock now broken up - shattered. The tops are all even with one another, and the crevasses go deep. This photo shows a portion of the "maze" that was created between the broken pieces.
Labels:
Color Photography,
Geology,
Hocking Hills,
Ohio
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