“Red sky at night, sailors delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.” Red sun rising … the bright sun red burned out to white as the camera tried to see through thick smoke from 4 wildfires. Normally, the Sierra Mountain ridge, about 60 miles away, stands sharply visible below the eastern sky. This morning’s smoke from those wildfires hid the ridge. Above is the unedited original. Below are Elements 14 (Photoshop) edits.
First, on the left, I matched the photo’s sun to the red sun my eyes had seen. Selecting and filling the selection was easy peasy. Oh yes, I cropped the top and bottom edges.
Then, on the right, I applied the haze removal tool.
The left is the same version as the above right. But now, on this right is a solarized iteration of the version with the burned out sun.
Which version do you prefer?
Looking south from the trail …
Or looking north from the top of The Nipple, “I see skies of blue” above the Pacific Crest Trail.
Last full moon waning — last on the DSLR
Last trail trekked — last on the cell camera
After seeing real rainy pics, I began playing, or should I sing, “Dancing in the rain!”?
After the rain, as the day ends, the setting sun ignites the clearing clouds.
“… the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
… and the Word was with God and the Word was God
… Let the…dry land appear.”
… and there was light
And what is the shutter?
But a poor reflection,
as in a mirror ….
Welcome, Dawn of the New Year, Golden Promise!
From darkness, leap over fog and into the heavens.
“Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea.” Rev. 21:1 (NIV)