I spent all day today at a “Maximum Photoshop” seminar, taught by Dave Cross, and I’m hoping my brain will retain at least 50% of the staggering amount of information given in the demonstrations. It was pretty amazing. Here’s a very basic example of what I learned:

This is the same photo I posted a couple of days ago, except this time it has a vignette or burnt-in edges effect. The exciting (to me) thing about this, is that I had no idea (doh!) that there was a masks palette in Photoshop which allowed you to make editable adjustments to masks. Editable! Woo-hoo! I know this makes no sense if you’re not having your own love affair with Photoshop, so I’ll stop now.
Tom says that the real thing to notice in this photo is that Emma has a leg-up on Toby.
There’s been nothing very exciting happening around here lately. But that’s okay. I shun excitement.
Look, here’s Emma ignoring Toby’s rule about Single-Cat-Occupancy-of-the-Tower. He’s taking the rule-breakage pretty well.

Here they are again, responding to a sudden noise.

Emma’s look says: That sound worries me greatly.
Toby’s look says: That’s the buzzer on the stove. In five minutes, I’ll saunter to the kitchen and see what’s being dished up.
I check out the Sartorialist’s blog at least once a week, mostly because it’s entertaining, but partially in the hopes that some sense of style will rub off on me. It hasn’t so far. Denim and polar fleece are the staples of my wardrobe…and if wearing socks with sandals is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.
Anyway. The Sartorialist has been posting some vintage photos lately, and I decided to steal his idea for today. Except he is posting actual vintage photos of actual people, and I’m posting a contemporary (I took this last summer) photo of a dog, which I’ve photoshopped, hoping to make it look older than it is. Which is clearly not in the spirit of what the Sartorialist is doing.

Still and all, this dog has style.
Man, I cannot believe I was lucky enough to capture this image of Planet Ballard. Isn’t it glorious up there in the night-time sky?

Wait…what’s this?

This cat is probably meditating on the seemingly impossible concept that, while he himself is lying on a sidewalk in Ballard, Ballard is also lying on the sidewalk before him. Does this mean he is in two places at once? Is he, at the same time, both very large, and very, very small? If he gave Planet Ballard a might whack with his paw and sent it spinning into the street, would his tiny Planet Ballard self get motion sickness and throw up his breakfast? Does this mean he had two breakfasts this morning? Good grief, life is confusing sometimes.