Oct. 10, 2012.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
I spent some time this afternoon playing with this image I took yesterday on the Bruce Trail. I added a photo I'd taken of depression era glass, as a layer, with luminosity as the blend mode, and then tweaked the tonality in Lightroom. I didn't get exactly where I wanted to go with this, but there's a bit of an ethereal mood now that I like.