When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
~"When You Are Old" by William Butler Yeats
played around with layers, levels, curves, etc.
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Stumbled onto this photo at pbase earlier this evening. Wanted to leave a comment there later, I also like that shot of the field with the tree a lot. But now I see it again here.
This one is great, the symmetry and soft colors are very entertaining. Perhaps the top part is hurt by overexposure around the edges, creating some softness and strange color effects on the rose petals, but that is not so important here.
The rose looks like it bends down to have a good look at itself. What it finds is a kind of blue dreamworld. The shades and tones of blue there are wonderful (the color blue is my fav color).
No matter how I twist my head, I like what I see. :)
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