52 trees – week thirty-four

Little tree, New Forest

Another image from the New Forest this week.  I saw this little tree growing in a clearing, surrounded by the other bigger trees who almost looked like they were protecting and taking care of it.  I liked the ferns that surrounded it, too – they appear to be leaning towards the tree ever so slightly, and the tree echoes their shapes.  It looks to me like it’s dancing with its friends while the adults look tolerantly on.

To the eye, the small sapling stood out clearly and even looked spotlit by the sun.  However, when I saw the picture onscreen the little tree merged too much into the background and didn’t clearly take centre stage, which was how I wanted to show it.  What to do?  First of all I softened the image slightly using the Orton technique which, applied subtly, made the greens richer and emphasised the contrast in dark and shade a bit more.  Then I added a vignette to the corners to darken them and thus make the brightly lit tree stand out.  I think it’s worked.

It’s been another very busy week. I had an Airbnb guest staying all week, then friends staying Friday night, then relatives arriving Saturday morning and staying over as well, so there’s been an awful lot of laundry, bed-making, cleaning, and food shopping going on, as well as serious attempts to conquer the garden before it becomes completely impossible to get up the path that runs through it.  I also had a day at Patchings Art Fair where I managed to catch the last ten minutes of Valda Bailey giving a talk, and on Saturday we went to Southwell Folk Festival, of which more in a later post.

While all this was going on, I was trying to put together an entry for Seeing in Sixes – a competition/book project asking for submissions of six themed images, with the successful entrants having their images published in a book.  The deadline for entries is the day this post appears, and as this is another very busy week I’m not sure if I’ll get it done in time.  I also have a backlog of pictures and blog posts in the queue, some of which I’ve even started to write but have never got back to since then.  These things seem to operate like the life equivalent of chilled butter – it’s impossible to spread them nice and evenly around and instead they form into awkward clumps where there’s either too much or too little.  I guess that’s just the way it goes.