Every once in a while I like to put something unnoticeable into an image. Today's image is a fairly blatant example, with a "hidden image" that's reasonable obvious. I called the image "The Tobacconist's Ghost". The truly bizarre thing about the image is that the farmer is not a tobacco farmer and the building is not a tobacco barn. Living in Connecticut and growing up in the Connecticut River Valley I'm well aware of the opportunity Connecticut Shade Grown tobacco presented young teenagers. Connecticut law (at least back in the '50s) allowed kids fourteen years old to work "agriculture". I remember my older brother working the tobacco fields. By the time I was old enough to take a shot at it we had moved too far to the west, out of the river valley, to work growing tobacco. Other than the red door, the barn in today's image reminds me of the weathered wood you can still see on the tobacco sheds (barns) as you drive through the Connecticut River valley north of Hartford today. The "farmer" is actually farms in Cooperstown NY, growing hops. Today's image is just a demonstration of "hiding" one image in another. I occasionally add my image to landscape images I give to friends. I gave one to a friend taken when five of us were at the museum at Mystic Seaport. The shot clearly shows the other four members of the group and, although I know she still has the shot framed and hanging some six years later, she's never mentioned seeing my image in the roof of one of the buildings. Who knows, maybe one of these days...Hidden Images
Every once in a while I like to put something unnoticeable into an image. Today's image is a fairly blatant example, with a "hidden image" that's reasonable obvious. I called the image "The Tobacconist's Ghost". The truly bizarre thing about the image is that the farmer is not a tobacco farmer and the building is not a tobacco barn. Living in Connecticut and growing up in the Connecticut River Valley I'm well aware of the opportunity Connecticut Shade Grown tobacco presented young teenagers. Connecticut law (at least back in the '50s) allowed kids fourteen years old to work "agriculture". I remember my older brother working the tobacco fields. By the time I was old enough to take a shot at it we had moved too far to the west, out of the river valley, to work growing tobacco. Other than the red door, the barn in today's image reminds me of the weathered wood you can still see on the tobacco sheds (barns) as you drive through the Connecticut River valley north of Hartford today. The "farmer" is actually farms in Cooperstown NY, growing hops. Today's image is just a demonstration of "hiding" one image in another. I occasionally add my image to landscape images I give to friends. I gave one to a friend taken when five of us were at the museum at Mystic Seaport. The shot clearly shows the other four members of the group and, although I know she still has the shot framed and hanging some six years later, she's never mentioned seeing my image in the roof of one of the buildings. Who knows, maybe one of these days...