NOTE: Yes I know there has been things like this picture done before. Does not mean that I cannot have an idea as well
I feel that this image is much different enough to warrant my posting it.
Ahem. Now that that unpleasantry is out of the way...
I am once again finding myself enjoying these manipulations, and I am excited about this one.
I had the idea for this in my mind about 12 years ago, when I saw an event just like what you see here happen before my eyes. wanted to do my best to recreate what i saw, as well as what i think happened with the person.
took me a few looks to actually see the person standing in the shot. really nicely maniped.. something i must get into myself. this one is very nicely edited. good stuff
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"You're Pending for a Bending" - Bender, Futurama.
"...and the spirit once ensared in fate could niether pass into good will nor return to his home amongst the living......so he wandered the deadened streets searching for his door, his window of light that would lead him to the far beyond where he heard them calling his name............."
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The beauty of art is in the making.
When pulling all nighters....think caffinated thoughts.
Remember, if you don't like what you did yesterday it's in the past and today you are not the same person you were then.
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My Gallery
My Prints</su
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"You're Pending for a Bending" - Bender, Futurama.
Some really cool people here... Photograph Eire
Check out me Bro... Duffzilla
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...this too shall pass...
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because it won't ever remember what you choose to forget x
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The beauty of art is in the making.
When pulling all nighters....think caffinated thoughts.
Remember, if you don't like what you did yesterday it's in the past and today you are not the same person you were then.
I love the black and white for one...the ghostly feel to it...
Many things this could be saying.
Fantastic job!
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Accidental Squirrel | The Yggdrasil Project | Commission Me!
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I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath—my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not—my wrath did grow.
william blake-a poision tree-stanza 1