…for Walter Becker
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call me Deacon Blues
After spending most of the past few weeks exploring how my new On1 software can be used for photoart fuckery, I’m now playing with it as more of a straight-up processing platform. On the left is 5280LM’s own Michael Pecaut, who should post here more often.
Not that there’s no fuckery afoot, of course. Continue reading
The new experimentation continues apace.
I continue working the vein…
Art can be an incremental process. Then there are times when, without warning, you find yourself caught in the throes of some muse’s dying, orgasmic spasm, well and truly beyond any rational explanation.
… steel on a bridge near my house.
Along South Broadway, in Englewood CO.