Insights on Edits

I took this picture about a year ago. Since it depicts a quite important scene, I thought it deserved a special title. In fact, it can be hung in two opposite directions and has been signed both ways since displays may be alternated. The title on the upside is "The Last Supper", and when inverted the title shall be read as "Ask a Memphis".

The grand feast is ready and has been served on a lovely table. It is especially nice and sunny outside that window. But we are here at the main house, and the fire outside is surely making its way in. The flames came crawling across the dining room and are now just entering this room. Oh dear! It’s the swan! The reflection in the water is as clear as a mirror. Can someone please reach out to that Memphis, these roses need fresh water. And then yes, she shall bring the bouquet upstairs for it must stay protected.

One interesting feature about this picture is that although it is timeless, after I pondered so many nights asking myself which road must be walked on before a safe way home could be found, I just couldn’t help myself but to come to the conclusion that an air brush work was required or else the puzzle would never reach to its finality. What am I working for one would ask? Well, what are you fighting for I answered? I thought, since I took that picture, then I shall have the rights to edit it. And that’s how the argument started. He defended the viewpoint that I didn’t own all credits for the picture because I had an assistant present during the photoshoot and that he had directed some of the features appearing in the picture. I was quite angry at both of them. I felt like I had been cheated on and I was the one who was suffering the most from all of this nonsense.

What is destiny? After all, this world is connected to the old town’s song despite all of me. So I took the matter in my hands and initiated the changes for a whole new picture. I took my phone and started searching for the magical application. Alexa can you hear me? Siri it’s me. I’m home. You see I had to make it here expressly, no time to move out or move in. So I made it here with a little bag, a little bag of beans. I, myself, got nearly beaned by that wild pitch when I got out of the store with exactly what I could never have so perfectly dreamed about: AirBrush- Easy Photo Editor for the best moments.

Perfection was needed, thus perfection found its way. I was probably nothing more than a pure artifice in that matter so far, but was determined to do all that was required to resolve the quest. Is putting forward a different outcome making of me a cheater of destiny? I hurried to the Library and pulled out the old pic. How about I add a little bit of Magic! Sometimes in life we just need to be a little more daring. I felt the swirling sound of thunder crawling down my spine. I was lost and didn’t know where to start until I noticed a little icon in the bottom right corner written My Kit. I clicked on it and within the reach of my fingertips I held all the needed features.

From there I may have disappeared for a little while. I had to Reshape everything! There was so much work to be done that I was nowhere to be seen than behind the camera lens. I knew time was getting scarce and did as quick and thorough as flawless Details can be. To begin, I Stretched the moose so that it could reign in all dignity. Then, I Erased the flames on all walls and confined them to the fireplace. It’s burning inside and never thought that life could be so sweet. I delicately picked up every rose and sparkled them with everlasting Glitters. Oh! The grandfather’s clock, well it wasn’t me. That piece was ordered by the Royal Bank of Canada so I left it intact. I think it slipped in somehow during the Reshape process. I cannot alter time. I also searched for the swan but I regret to say that it’s under Concealer at the moment so I did all I could to help; went ahead and Resized the pound and we can now contemplate it at a distance. All elements got Highlighted in its right order; finally everything is in unity here in the same room. I added a final touch of Smooth to assure total perfection.

After the phone call, Memphis had already left and I never had a chance to thank her for clearing up everything behind the feast. Although it was tasteless, I guess it could have been even messier.

Is it all over now? Anyhow, you’re always welcome to stop home and warm up your bones. It’s Sunday everyday here.