Here is the image again after applying Marks recommendations. Used a black layer @ 20% soft light layer and masked out some of the sky with a 50% mask. Thanks again Mark, great to bounce ideas off talented individuals. I think that it has helped improve definition in this image and really brought out the pastels. Scroll down to see the first post.
Taken a while to get to some of these shots but here is Lake Eyre semi full for the second year in a row. This event occurs once every 20 years and I believe that it is still filling. It is an extraordinary thing to see up in a helicopter as it is immense, not to mention difficult to photograph. This was taken on the southern part of the lake trying to get some foreground interest of some of the salt not yet covered by water with the western beach on the horizon to give some scale. Looking north there is no land on the horizon. One thing is for sure, an image does not come close to being there.
Posting this for Merv as a different perspective of an earlier post. Again, taken at about 2000ft above the plains of the Marree to Lake Eyre section of the Birdsville Track. Focuses more on the cattle than the other shot. Not sure if one is better than the other but I guess will just depend on personal taste. Hope that you approve Merv….
An abstract 3 image stich from 2000ft above the plains along the Birdsville track heading towards Lake Eyre after recent rains. No sign of any greenery here though.
A coincidence occured last week that still has me thinking ‘what are the chances?’. I was travelling with my Dad up to Marree for a helicopter flight over lake Eyre and on the way home we stopped at a ghost town for a billy and to shoot some of the ruins. I was walking back to the car before heading back for another compostion (as per this post). This probably took an extra 3 minutes. On the way out of the ruins we come to a fork in the road where I noticed a 4wd pulling up for us to come through, it looked familiar for some reason……….and so did the driver. ‘Get f%^&%$’ was my comment to my dad ‘it’s Tony Middleton’. 1600km from home in the bloody desert, in a bloody ghost town, a familar face, bugger me. It was almost 1 year since my Dad and I met Tony stranded up at Wallaces Hut in the snow with a flat battery. Just goes to show that it is a small world. Good to see you again Tone.