Maybe not enough personality for this crowd. Oh well, I'll live on. The toning in this is a result of being taken in IR. It is not partially desaturated. Yes, I jigged with the eyes a little, but the skin is as presented. The hair in this image induced me to immediately die my hair bright red - no more orange/blonde/gray for me!
Okay, sometimes I'm an idiot. Sometimes I'm lucky. The day after taking this shot, I took my 17-40 off my camera and realized I had left a filter on it (on the inside - a little square gel.) Its a linear diffuser type, which explains some of the softness. Such is life.
How it looks is dependent on your monitor. If you can't see ALL the different boxes below the image, it won't look as good - the darks will overwhelm and the whites will be blown. Such is life. Everyone views the world with a handicap. I love Ammon's poetry and felt this poem went well here...
Still
I said I will find what is lowly
and put the roots of my identity
down there:
each day I'll wake up
and find the lowly nearby,
a handy focus and reminder,
a ready measure of my significance,
the voice by which I would be heard,
the wills, the kinds of selfishness
I could
freely adopt as my own:
but though I have looked everywhere,
I can find nothing
to give myself to:
everything is
magnificent with existence, is in
surfeit of glory:
nothing is diminished,
nothing has been diminished for me:
I said what is more lowly than the grass:
ah, underneath,
a ground-crust of dry-burnt moss:
I looked at it closely
and said this can be my habitat: but
nestling in I
found
below the brown exterior
green mechanisms beyond the intellect
awaiting resurrection in rain: so I got up
and ran saying there is nothing lowly in the universe:
I found a beggar:
he had stumps for legs: nobody was paying
him any attention: everybody went on by:
I nestled in and found his life:
there, love shook his body like a devastation:
I said
though I have looked everywhere
I can find nothing lowly
in the universe:
I whirled though transfigurations up and down,
transfigurations of size and shape and place:
at one sudden point came still,
stood in wonder:
moss, beggar, weed, tick, pine, self, magnificent
with being!
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It brings out the mood and personality of a person much more than perhaps any image in this challenge. The post-processing or the IR as you tell, adds to the image in my view. It is soft, yet strong in conveying. I am not sure if I like the title; it sorts of distracts. Perhaps something like 'stillness' as in stillness of thought, might convey something better or appropriate. (Just my view!_ Tough luck that it didn't score a lot better.
A very different portrait and makes me very happy!
The low contrast seems very weird. Please don't be offended but it almost looks...well...like she's almost...not so well. All in all, it's a very interesting photo to me.
While this is a beautiful picture, something about her skin tone/lip color makes me feel as if the subject is lifeless. Was that the intention? Maybe I'm missing the point? But I do think the photo is outstanding :)
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