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Little yellow wagon
Mar. 2nd, 2024 05:14 pmOn my walk today, I saw this old rusted wagon. It has been used as a decoration for someone's front yard. I thought it would be perfect for testing selective saturation methods.
This was done using a color selection method. It was supposed to only grab the wagon wheel and the sky, but it also got some greenery poking through the leaves. I kind of like that aspect of it. Spring is the time for new life, after all. The budding leaves growing from the season of decay is the perfect balance to offset the piece of garbage that was given a fresh coat of paint and a new job as art. I swear, I think about more than just the slow painful death I am experiencing in chunks. But there is something inspiring about the wagon that no longer functions as a wagon, but still has a place in the world. A lot of my recovery journey has been about maximizing my ability to function. Lately, I am reminded that I will always have an upper limit that falls short of other people's. At least, physically. Mentally, I am not where I was, but still lightyears ahead of most people I interact with. More humble, too. It is hard to remember to focus on my own progress, without comparing myself to others. It is important to remember that I don't have to try being a wagon. I can figure out new ways to bring joy to the world.
This was done using a color selection method. It was supposed to only grab the wagon wheel and the sky, but it also got some greenery poking through the leaves. I kind of like that aspect of it. Spring is the time for new life, after all. The budding leaves growing from the season of decay is the perfect balance to offset the piece of garbage that was given a fresh coat of paint and a new job as art. I swear, I think about more than just the slow painful death I am experiencing in chunks. But there is something inspiring about the wagon that no longer functions as a wagon, but still has a place in the world. A lot of my recovery journey has been about maximizing my ability to function. Lately, I am reminded that I will always have an upper limit that falls short of other people's. At least, physically. Mentally, I am not where I was, but still lightyears ahead of most people I interact with. More humble, too. It is hard to remember to focus on my own progress, without comparing myself to others. It is important to remember that I don't have to try being a wagon. I can figure out new ways to bring joy to the world.
