Winter Tree Exposure
Greyhound - actually it's a bright yellow Yankee Trails coach - en route to New York, from Boston. I'm dead tired. At some point I wake and watch the bare trees streak past out the window. I'm shooting for the occasional birches, and catch this figment remnant of autumn. It was not this bright in the original, but it was orange...
The beautiful girl in the seat in front of me is unnerved by the snap of my shutter, and keeps checking over her shoulder to see what I'm doing - as if I might shoot through the seat back and take her picture. Either that, or she's on Flickr and is wondering what I'm getting out of the drab landscape.
Biggerer (in this case, biggerer is betterer)
Thanks to sadferret for subliminal use of a handwritten texture layer. You can't see it, really, but it's in there.