Monday, March 14, 2005

The Joy of GIMP

You know how it is. It's gone six o'clock on a Monday afternoon and you can't quite motivate yourself to do any more work, but you're not quite ready to either go home or go to the gym. So what do you do? One option is to stumble across a web article, which I've now handily misplaced (ooh, found it again), about how you can enhance your photos by selectively colourizing (the OED can't decide if it's a word, so I can't decide how to spell it) parts of them using GIMP. This seems like a good way to waste a few minutes.

Off you go hunting through your back catalogue of photos, until you find one which might look striking if it was selectively coloured. The first one that seems to match the bill is not an original idea, by any stretch of the imagination, but then again red, white and blue does provide a nice contrast to black and white. I think I took this photo when I visited Bellefonte with Mumsie last year. So here we are; someone's flag in all its glory.

Someone's Flag (Black and White)

As pretty as the flag picture is, somehow it just doesn't scream Ryan did this at you. So I was thinking, what photograph do I have that really epitomises me-ness? Of course, there was only ever going to be one answer to that question. If red, white and blue looks good what about some black, white and red?

Dead Cow on a Truck (Black and White)

Now, I think you'll agree, that certainly is lot more Ryan-esque. And to think they said I had no artistic talent when I was at school.

5 comments:

s e simula said...

I always wondered what that picture was at the top of your blog. Now I know. I think I liked it better when I didn't...

Ryan said...

Yeah, the photo is not everybody's cup of tea. The person whose windscreen wipers are visible at the bottom of the picture, was fairly shocked that I wanted to take a photo of it.

To give the picture a little context, it was taken during a road trip (to the source of the Mississippi) in northern Minnesota and this was the only vehicle we'd seen for a couple of hours. We were driving along one of those long, straight American country roads that seem to go on forever. The truck started out as a tiny speck on the horizon, and as we got closer, and could make out more of the shape, we were wondering what on Earth it was... then we found out. So, naturally, I had to take a photo.

I mean, how many times do you get the chance to take a photo of a dead cow strung up by its feet on the back of a pickup truck?

s e simula said...

Yeah, I know, I'm just ribbin' ya...

Actually, as a kid growing up I saw those kind of sights all the time. Not cows, but deer. My dad every Thanksgiving would come up the driveway with a huge whitetail buck strapped across the front of his jeep. All blood and guts and everything. Pretty gruesome. And then, that thing would be hanging in the garage for days waiting for him carve it up. Or degut it, or whatever strange ritual he engaged in with it. Also the fact that he was a butcher by trade, well, yeah, I saw my share of strung up carcasses.

It certainly would be quite something, though, to be driving along and come up on something like the way the cow, especially when you've been able to study it awhile not knowing what the hell it is. Kinda like your picture at top of your blog, I've looked at that thing a number times, wondering, what the heck IS that?

Anonymous said...

I've looked at that thing a number times, wondering, what the heck IS that?


That's a feeling many people get when they look at Ryan...

Ryan said...

That's a feeling many people get when they look at Ryan...

Oh, and to think that is actually one of the more flattering photos of me.