I dream of a place I visited last summer. A place of peace and tranquility. The gentle sound of water, of birds, of the breeze in the trees and the hum of insects in the evening. OK, the insects were a bit of a nightmare.
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What started out as a photo of the reflection in the mirror, became something totally different. Edges began to blur, light became liquid and reality was open to interpretation.
Camera: unknown, original settings: unknown, artistic effects done in Photoshop, further tweaking in Silver Efex Pro 2 and finished in Lightroom CC Classic.
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The memory is hazy, was it real or a dream? Did I walk in this place or is it a place not of this reality? The image exists, so the place must exist…somewhere.
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Does someone still tell stories of beautiful times spent living in this house… or are the memories buried deep inside and not worth remembering?
A broken window of an abandoned house. Makes me wonder what happened and why, and were there broken dreams as well?