Fantasy Project (Photoshop Practice)
This is part of a photography project. I’m learning to use Photoshop. I’m horrible at it. I made this picture as part of one of my assignments. It worked because I tried to make it as fantasy-like as possible. Thus, supposed to look unrealistic (fake).
Inspiration for Ricky
I had to post this picture. I couldn’t help it. This little boy has been the inspiration for Ricky. He’s my boss’s grandbaby, and the first thing I see when I enter the office. I call him “Batbaby,” for obvious reasons. He’s so cute! He fits Ricky’s features, except maybe for skin tone, but he has gorgeous blue eyes, and brown hair. He’s also a few years younger than Ricky, but he’s just as adorable (again… stated by his picture).
Thanks to the girls who shared their experience with body issues. I hope you guys enjoy this, and that it might help anyone going through similar situations.
I had the pleasure to edit, direct, and co-write this short film.
Unedited: Hello! This draft is unedited. It was in my computer, saved somewhere. I was about to delete it, but thought otherwise. Hope you like it.
“What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously.
“I’m cooking,” he said simply, as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.
“I didn’t know you can cook,” I exclaimed. “Why didn’t I know this? Why did you let mom do all the cooking? Dad!”
“You’re mother is an excellent cook,” he replied, “that’s one of the reasons I married her.”
I sat there with Ricky on my lap, watching my father in the kitchen.
“Daddy, I can blackmail you,” I said.
“You can try,” he chuckled. He took a few grapes from the bridge and gave them to Ricky. “Ricky, why don’t you go check on Rex for me. I think he feels lonely, he’s old you know.”
“Okay”
My son hopped off my lap taking the grapes with him. When we were alone, my father made a few last preparations on his dish and put it in the oven.
I inhaled, “I’m just stupid, I can’t do anything right.”
“That’s not true,” my father said. He walked around the counter and sat facing me. “I’m very proud of you Stephanie. You stand up for yourself, and you don’t let anyone dictate your life.”
He smiled, taking a deep breath. “You’re also a very strong woman. Do I need to remind you of all you have gone through, and all the people you have helped? I think you live up to wonder woman’s standards.”
“Right,” I snorted, “because I’m so brave.”
“You are brave,” he retorted.
Unedited!!!! I wrote this a long time ago (in August). Then I decided Ranger and Ricky should meet differently. Ricky’s only 3 years old. Okay, he’s almost four, but he wouldn’t have recognized Ranger from his picture. I still like this scene anyways. I didn’t know what to do with it, so I posted it here. I hope you guys like it.
Rangers’ POV
The new owners of the bookstore wanted to learn about the company and the security cameras. RangeMan was proving security for the B&N for the first time. Apparently, their old security system wasn’t enough to stop people from stealing and vandalizing books. The real problem arrived when a woman was supposedly assaulted in the History isle.
After two hours of Q&A I set out to study the building to make sure the cameras could be placed strategically. I didn’t want any mistakes. The comics, Manga, and kids sections were the most vulnerable parts of the building. I studied the comics and the Manga section first. The children section was perfectly organized and decorated. I examined all the different places I thought cameras could be useful and took a few notes. However, I couldn’t help feeling that something wasn’t right. There was something strange about the picture. I have always been aware of my surroundings. Therefore, there’s something I know very clearly, young children find me (in my current attire) threatening.
I looked through the corner of my eyes. There was a kid staring up at me. He quickly turned his head away, putting his attention back on the picture book in front of him. I continued to write on my notepad for what seemed like a few seconds, and there he was again.
I raised a questioning brow, and I saw his eyes grow wide. Maybe he did feel threatened. The look in his eyes softened something in me.
“Sorry,” he said turning away from me. He was sitting on the floor, his feet laced underneath him. He resembled the child version of me. Actually, he was me when I was three years old.
