“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?
When you can’t ski down … pull up a seat! Summer at Northstar
Inland Northern trail near Mt. Shasta, laboring up the dusty trail, hot and sweaty. But look up, where “… over everything the glory will be a canopy.”
Pull up a seat on the beach at Lake Tahoe.
Looking south from the trail …
Or looking north from the top of The Nipple, “I see skies of blue” above the Pacific Crest Trail.
Yosemite’s June surprise . . . overnight snow lingers on Mount Hoffman. As seen through retreating fog from Glacier Point.
reflections on summer heat … Long Valley Caldera
Colors of summer