The Monday of week 5 of Sally’s Phoneography and Non-SLR Digital Photo Challenge, is for editing and processing photos taken using the afore-mentioned mediums. Being pretty much of a purist, I stray not far from the original photos I take. The best I could do was take color from the original using Snapseed, adding a vintage effect, and giving it a bit of a boost in PicMonkey. And then, getting pretty reckless, I went to Pixlr Express to try one more variation.
The return from Oahu late last night finds me still on Hawaiian time, and in a rather dreamy kinda mood. Let me know which of the above photos is your favorite, if you feel like leaving a comment, if not, let’s just hang loose.
And, after publishing, and having a suggestion that it would have been nice to include the original photo…
Good suggestion, bulldog.
Being able to return to this place, this place of surreal sunsets, and Trade Winds, brings feelings like no others. We first went to Hawaii many years ago, and from that first time I felt like I was home. I have to wonder who I was in a previous life. But here I go again, here we go again, the husband and I, for an idyllic week of peace and tranquility. For the first time ever we will not stay in a hotel, but have rented a studio apartment through VRBO/Home Away. What a wonderful change of pace this will be, and to feel a little bit more of the local vibe.
Rest, and photography (which I’ve sorely neglected during the last several months) are top on my list…in fact they are the only things on my list. Not a lot of sightseeing to be done, we’ve pretty much seen it all; after all, it’s like home.
I’ll be back in a little over a week; until then….Aloha.
I’ve always loved coleus plants. My first memories of them are from Mexico when I was a kid. The design on the leaves of this one, in black and white, reminds me of some Maya drawings I saw in Yucatan at some of the ruins.
Visit Lens and Pens by Sally for more on phoneography in black and white.
Looking down from the road leading up to Diamond Head. The Sunday Traveler will be traveling back to Oahu next Saturday, September 20th, to celebrate a little wedding anniversary. The week of the 20th will be another off the grid time for blogging while I’m in Hawaii, but I’ll be back with many stories to tell, and photos to share.
Humanity must march to try to save itself somedays
Incredible to think that something as basic as our food is being tinkered with and being taken away from us in its natural form
Thirdeyemom, states in the lead challenge this week, in part, “…we all share common hopes and dreams of love, family, and survival”.
I’ve run a couple of these photos before, but it just seemed to fit the topic.
A pine cone, up close and personal, taken this morning with my Samsung Galaxy and edits with Snapseed.
Macro is the topic of the day over on Lens and Pens by Sally, where you can find other entries and helpful information and links.
The hotel room phone rang at 6:00 that morning; that did not bode well. American Airlines calling to notify that the first leg of our flight to Puerto Vallarta was going to be very late due to weather. We had a connecting flight in Denver to get to Dallas, that would then have us on our way to PV. This row of dominoes was not going to fall as they should have. After a little discussion with my husband, we decided to head for the airport anyway to see what we could do. As luck would have it we were told a flight was leaving in ten minutes on another airline, and were told to run to that counter to check in. Run became the operative word of the day. We checked in, and were told to make a run for it and get to the gate that held the key to our making it to Denver in time for the flight to Dallas. We jumped on the plane as the door was closed behind us; I was never so glad to jostle and cram my way into a middle row seat. Another run for our money when we landed in Denver, one of those airports that has those tram things to get to the proper terminal for your airline. We ran for the tram, there was one imminently ready to depart; I jumped on like an athlete running through the tape at the finish line of a marathon, arms out to balance myself…perfect two point landing, and two business men standing inside the doors of the tram applauded. It was then that I turned as the doors closed, and saw my husband still standing on the platform. Would I ever see him again? We miraculously met up again at the gate for our flight to Dallas. Guess what we did when we landed in Dallas…if you guessed run, you are correcto. Run we did to the gate with just minutes to spare to get on the plane for Puerto Vallarta. What a fantastic feeling to sink into those airline seats to finally relax and know that we had made it. The city lights of Puerto Vallarta twinkled into view as we made our descent and landed. We landed. We could see the lights in the terminal ahead. We sat on the runway. It was night. It was dark. We were told we had landed on the wrong runway, and would have to wait to be towed onto the proper runway to get to the terminal. Worried thoughts of a plane coming in behind us passed through my head as we waited to be towed. Worried thoughts that turned to nervous laughter as a small white pick up truck with only one working headlight pulled up to tow the plane. Travel is always an adventure. You can pretty much count on it.
The photo is of the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Puerto Vallarta.