Occasionally, I succumb to the urge to play with my images, to poke them around, to see what can be found.
The heck with what the photo is or was.
What can I make a picture, or a piece of a picture, be?
The reflective surface of water is a wonderful source for such explorations.
The other day in Woods Hole, moving back and forth, was a foam angel, flitting between reflected shadow and reflected light.
Pilings and railings became alchemized.
Snoopy, is that you?
What is that?
Is it a mermaid?
Undu early and undu-late….
Love the Snoopy
Undu? CTRL+Z