Please please please pretty please view it large, it looks SO much
better, it's ridiculous.
This is what 5 hours of photoshop can do for you.
For a collaboration with Anna, interpreting this poem.
Anna chose it, and you should definately read the whole thing, it is so beautiful and has such a wonderful significance, way beyond a bird.
View Anna's incredible version here.
I really don't like this. It turned out terribly, even with the
longest edit I've ever done.
I will probably delete this and try a different concept tomorrow, unless some of you guys like it and it just sickens me because I've been looking at for 5 hours.
But this shoot was awful. Nothing went as planned. First, I couldn't find the abandonded bird's nest which I had seen a few days before (yes, I threw together this "nest" with hay and twigs ugh), and second, I couldn't get a mach to stay lit for longer than .00004389753 seconds because of the crazy wind, and third (if I did manage to get the lit match alllll the way over to the nest), the.hay.would.not.catch. It burnt out in about 10 seconds, and never spread very far.
So yes. Hate. Hate. Hate.
On the forest floor,
Things get harder;
Worse than they were before,
More things die,
And drop to the ground.
Things vanish away,
Without making a sound,
And while they are now happy,
We can not ignore,
The bird we left there to die,
On the forest floor.