My storeroom
It was dusty in the store room, and there were all manner of empty boxes and broken things. She was lonely. Though the Man's bike was there too but all he did was snore and grumble occasionally. Why had she been abandoned? It had been months since she and the Lady had wheeled along the streets, the wind blowing through her spokes. A deep profound sigh sung through the spokes of her wheels like fingers on harp strings. "Oh well," she yawned. "Maybe soon". And then, she dreamed.
Many different processes late at night. First two photos combined. Added color boost and vignette and then another photo of corrugated cardboard applied as a texture.
Thanks for looking.
Gracie
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I love the colour of your bike, so pretty.
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DeleteLove the effects you've used on the final picture, Gracie! And that looks like one comfortable bike to ride - hopefully she won't be lonely much longer! :o)
ReplyDeleteShe should have been taken out for exercise a long time ago. Thanks for visiting, I know you are very busy.
DeleteNow I wish I were a bike and could dream like that! Terrific pic and lovely text.
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