Another image of my “Fiction Series”. Location of the beach and beach chair is the coast resort Schillig in the National Park Wadden Sea. My famous puppet of my “Puppets Series” has been captured at a fashion fair in Frankfurt.
Image taken at the Formula 18 cat race last weekend. Added some modifications. So let’s call it an image of my fiction series. 🙂 I added the Lighthouse, a motion effect for the sail and some modifications to the background. The boat did fall to the left side in the end. They were already a bit over the limit.
Image 13/20 – Vanished into Gold… another composition of my “Fiction Series”. If the weather is bad… rain and storm over here… again… I connect my WACOM tablet and start painting in Photoshop. I’d rather be out in the landscape. Maybe tomorrow…
This image is part of my series: Develop my personal style
The first 12 images are already published. If you are interested… please visit my blog to view the other images of my series. Thanks in advance!
Image 10/20 – Dancing with Birds… an image of my “Fiction Series”. It is created from 2 different images. A puppet of a fashion show in Frankfurt and an image of Schillig, a sea resort in the National Park Wadden Sea in North Germany. I think dancing with birds is a good start of the coming long weekend.
This image is part of my series: Develop my personal style
The first 9 images are already published. If you are interested… please visit my blog. Thanks in advance!
Something in the root system of the forest floor caught my eyes during one of my photo walks through the woodlands . I was fascinated by the image which I saw. I darkened a few areas of the image to focus on the main “object” I saw. Next time I search for Ripley… 🙂
Watching the news, reading newspapers or listening to the radio can create one reaction only: TEARS IN HEAVEN! I created my composition in Photoshop using an image taken in Hamburg and 2 layers (eye and tears). This image is part of my Fiction Series…wish you a tearless time! But may be that is fiction too!
of Amy Reese of The Bumble Files and Reinhold Staden Photography.
An image says more than 500 words? I don’t think so. But if an image and 500 words come together they will create something special.
A few days ago we launched a project to bring a story of Amy’s fiction series and an image of my fiction series together.
I provided an image taken in the Fintlandsmoor with some “creative additions” and Amy provided an excerpt of a larger story.
I can only write about Amy’s story.
When I read it for the first time I thought: absolutely stunning.
How cool is it if an image of mine is boosted by the words of such a talented writer. I am a “visual” person, that is the reason why I love landscape photography. But I admire Amy’s talent to visualize stories with words.
But you have to find out yourself. I promise you will love her blog and… she is a very kind and friendly person to work with.
I enjoyed it so much.
If you like the idea and result of this project, feel free to contact Amy for other awesome short stories or me for images.
And for now I will leave you with the story and the image. Enjoy!
The town is in an uproar. Out of nowhere, invisible forces are stealing people and taking them into the sky, never to be seen again. Here we find Tory in the forest, trying to face a most unsettling situation.
“You’re not afraid of the big sky, I see. Me neither,” said Tory.
A rabbit froze in the silence, having been alerted to his presence, and scurried away as Tory released his bow and sighed in defeat. When he hunted for fish, he didn’t have to be so quiet.
But it was easier to blame his father for his weak hunting skills, and he cursed him for not having prepared him and then he remembered. His father was gone and he was gone because of him. He had set the fire. Everything that happened after that was an accident. Tears spilled out of his eyes in sync with the rain that now fell in buckets.
He leaned back, the bark of a tree catching him as he wept, and he threw his hands up in the sky and shouted, “Take me, dammit. Take me!”
The sky roared back and the leaves of the trees were swept up around him, encircling him, heating his face with the rush of a flame that doused the top of his head. He watched, unable to move, the heat intensifying. The thought of his melting bones disintegrating into nothingness crossed his mind and that he was being punished in kind for his deed, fire for fire. The sky seemed to know. No one could hide from the sky.
Smothering in heat, he yelled again, “I’m the one you want!”
He jumped, grabbing at the air, and up he went. Snatched. Suspended above the ground, a halo of light warmed him like a soft blanket. He closed his eyes. “I have returned home,” he said and just as he felt his body lift a little higher, and then plummeted to the ground, slamming the side of his face in the cold dirt.
Air tightened around him, swirling him every which way like a rag dusting the forest floor. A spike pummeled his chest, knocking him against a tree and invisible talons jabbed at him from inside out; his heart muscles clamped around the spike, piercing him deeper until he thought he might faint. His skin, bulbous and tight, exploded with the roar of air swooping inside of him like a mask falling off his face.
He thought he saw smoke, but it could have been the mist that grabbed and gripped at his legs anchoring his feet to the ground. Smoke fumed under his shirt, and a fetid smell of decay washed over him and filled him with revulsion. That smell was his skin burning.
There it was on his belly. A mark smoldered and burned, branding him deeper than skin. It blistered and puffed, rose and fell, and burrs appeared, rippling through his skin. He shuddered as he touched them as they were prickly to the touch.
He did the only thing he knew to do. He ran. He ran and he ran, and he kept running. No amount of sweat dripping from his temples down the sides of his neck could tear down his most obvious dilemma. He was running away from himself.
He stopped to catch his breath, and light filtered through the pines above. “Take me. It’s me you want,” Tory shouted.
But even the sky didn’t want him and so he ran with nowhere to go.
Fog… Filter… it is time for Fiction. The top half of the image is untouched. I love the red and the blue and had to do something to eliminate the green. Not all of it, but most of it. This flying tree is an “all the best and recover soon wish” to Sherry! 🙂 Reinhold
Some of you know that I like to play around with Photoshop. Since I decided to concentrate at landscape photography there is no need and not much room left to create compositions in post. I start a “landscape fiction series” with this post. So… in between my regular landscape photography posts… I will create a Photoshop composition of 2 or more photographs I have taken.
This one is made of a lighthouse located in the harbour of Bremerhaven and sand dunes at the beach of Schillig. A lighthouse should have a beautiful spot at the coast.
© RSP – Reinhold Staden Photography