digital art
A breath of wind
The meadows are bursting with life. The grass is shooting up and is studded with buttercups, clover and clouds of cow parsley. They’re less prevalent in urban west London, so I found mine in the grounds of Eltham Palace, tucked away in the city’s south-east corner.
This involved a lot of lying in the grass and lengthening the exposure as much as possible to catch the grasses as a breath of wind-swept them into motion. I also tried some deliberate off focus to emulate the mood of a burgeoning summer.
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2014 moments #7
A Happy New Year from mikeosbornphoto! I would like to share my 10 most memorable photographs of the past year over the coming days with you. These are shots that I am particularly proud of, while each evokes a sense of place and meaning from 2014.
REFRACTION IV
This piece of work started out as a simple moment of observation at my mother’s Essex home. A rainbow-coloured refraction reflected onto the wall. It was coming from the sunlight bouncing off the edge of a photo frame in another room. The joy of digital art came into play when I edited it, as the colours were intensified and smoothed out to remove the texture of the wall. And all this from something very simple and almost dismissed.
2014 moments #2
I would like to share my 10 most memorable photographs of the year over the coming days with you. These are shots that I am particularly proud of, while each evokes a sense of place and meaning from 2014.
DAISY ON BLACK
This photograph ticks many boxes. I finally invested in a macro lens in 2014, and discovered the joys of getting close small subjects, with nature and flora at the top of the list. I placed this simple flower on a black background which made its purity and vibrant colour stand out, and a Pop Art-style spin-off took shape. And it was taken in my mother’s peaceful, insular Essex garden during the summer warmth.
Minus two
The first truly bitingly cold morning of the winter. Our loft space has already been deluged by rain, but this time the frost clung onto the slanting roof windows, fighting against brilliant sunshine. The macro lens came into its own, catching the natural wonder and abstract glory of the invading iciness.













