We spent the night on a boat out by the Ghost Fleet in the James River, the place where Navy ships go to die. From the deck of our small boat, I just waited and watched the sky turn every color imaginable. The calm water turned rough and we had to evacuate back to Norfolk sometime after 2 a.m., piloted by an ex-Coast Guard man while I offered moral support. Alive, home. And pretty, pretty, sky.
3 comments:
beautiful use of colour! I love your work!!!
what a beautiful way to document such a long night.
Amanda,
I agree with the comments above, but I do think the high-pass sharpening on the first image is overdone. Whenever you start to see white "halos" develop in a picture, it's a rule of thumb that you applied too much sharpening.
Cheers,
David
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