bunn (bunn) wrote,
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bunn

More dancers



He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beachen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.


The first time I photographed this, the camera took a rather dark photo, and lightening it made it a little over-bright and lost some of the subtlety of colouring, so I decided to see what would happen if I photographed it in a sunbeam. I'm now wondering whether to literally overpaint with those shadows, so the original will gain that more directional lighting.

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