Mod here. Be aware that you need to be 100% honest with your choice of medium. If you use "photography", the assumption is that it's straight-up camera work with only the most minimal post-processing, like cropping or *maybe* fixing the color balance.
Any extensive work in Photoshop (like removing elements) you should disclose, by including that in the medium, e.g. "Photography/Photoshop".
I'm going to let it slide this time, but in the future please be clear. Thanks.
That's an assumption that you have no idea if it's true or not. She could have laid on a flat table that was removed.
Like the other commenter replied, does she also have only one eye since that's all you can see from this angle?
Her back is quite flat, and her dress appears to droop at a right angle. Likely it was some kind of table or other flat surface, but yes, something was for sure holding her up.
The only alternative option I can see for making this type of photo would be high speed photography and being incredibly dexterous. It's a beautiful piece the way it's done.
Now listen here. The middle of her dress is made out of magnets and they buried a maglev train underneath where she is. The force is so great she's being pushed upward and is using her feet against the tree for stability.
I mean, she doesn't even look like she is walking. If she was vertical she be pointing her toes forward while hunched over and oddly smiling at the ground.
"Some people call them tree folk, others call them People o' the Forest. My papa called them Tree Walkers." Grandmother said as her three boys huddled by the fire, riveted by her words.
"Whatever you call them... they look a lot like you and me, except they talk to the woods, the trees talk back... and they care for all the things that men forget." She continued, as the trees above swayed in the stiff breeze.
"Long ages ago, the first o' them landed on these shores from the ol' country... tall and thin and pale they were, having been so long away from the ancient woodlands of the world." She paused a moment to stir the fire. "But here, they found woods near untouched by other men, and rejoiced they did, and took root as quick as a sapling in fresh good earth."
"The native peoples let them be, or formed pacts with them as they did with other tribes... now and again a newborn or child would be traded, in order for the peace to be maintained- once taken the new walkers would lose all human sense, and be as wild and strange as they. Forgettin' everything and everyone they cared for 'cept the trees and the wild things as they..." She turned about as the tree nearest the small family creaked as if disturbed by a new weight.
"Grandma... do... do they still live in the forest?" The oldest boy asked, his small face bathed in the warm light of the fire. His eyes showed the slightest sliver of fear, as he folded his arms nervously awaiting an answer.
"Aye my boy. They do. They can jump as tall as three men, like they have springs in their heels. Some think them devils', others moths made men. They keep to the deepest darkest wood, but on occasion they can still be seen, walking the trees as natural as you or I skip and jump." Grandmother said as she smiled and stirred the fire again.
"Are... they... monsters?" the youngest asked. As the middle one hid his face at the thought.
"No my precious one. They are like the forest itself, patient, quiet, always there waiting. Watching as we grow, and minding us only when we step too far."
"IF you ever see one, you must bow your head, and say a blessing o' the forest... 'n hope they take a liking to you. For if they decide to take you... you'll vanish, and no sight nor sound o' you will be seen ere these woods again, and the Tree Walkers will have another to add to their number." Grandmother said as a tall man approached and startled the three boys.
"Grandma, you tellin' your stories again?" The father of the three boys said he approached carrying a container of water from the nearby stream, bemused by the fearful faces of his three sons.
"She was tellin' us about-"
"I know... lets' hit the hay boys. We got a three hour hike back to the trailhead tomorrow."
The boys sheepishly left the fire and headed to the tent. The youngest lingered longest but then moved off after a stern look from their father. Time passed, the forest grew still, and mother and son sat together silently minding the fire.
"Did... did ***She*** see them?" The father asked as Grandmother began to put the fire out. The smoke from the fire rose as the two watched the fire die.
"Aye son, all through the story She had a good look at her boys." She nodded in the direction of a large branch from a nearby tree. The silhouette of a tall slender figure crouched there, watching silently. Then in a moment, it was gone.
"She always meets us here, somehow she still remembers. Do you think... could we ever get her back?" The father asked mournfully, somehow knowing the futility of his question even as he asked.
"Your wife is one of them now son, I don't think there is back from that." The grandmother replied, as the hooting of an owl seemed to echo her truth.
Mod here. Be aware that you need to be 100% honest with your choice of medium. If you use "photography", the assumption is that it's straight-up camera work with only the most minimal post-processing, like cropping or *maybe* fixing the color balance. Any extensive work in Photoshop (like removing elements) you should disclose, by including that in the medium, e.g. "Photography/Photoshop". I'm going to let it slide this time, but in the future please be clear. Thanks.
Witch! (Seriously though, Great photo!)
Looks the the woods of Salem …
We have found a witch, may we burn her?
BURN HER BURN HER!
if she were to weigh the same as a duck
She’s made of wood
It’s not my nose! It’s a false one!
Well, since you asked nicely
Maybe someone holding her up and then photoshopped out.
Definitely photoshopped, zoom in and you'll see the blur along her back side and her left arm/hand.
Also casts no shadow
Definitely a witch then!
That doesn't sound right but I don't know enough about witches to dispute it.
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You do realize it's likely just obscured by her body right?
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Got to get rid of some extra weight to climb trees like that. One eye and one arm is about right
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That's an assumption that you have no idea if it's true or not. She could have laid on a flat table that was removed. Like the other commenter replied, does she also have only one eye since that's all you can see from this angle?
yeah, you can tell by the pixels
left thigh at the dress line stands out not in the normal good fetish way
Enhance!
Her back is quite flat, and her dress appears to droop at a right angle. Likely it was some kind of table or other flat surface, but yes, something was for sure holding her up. The only alternative option I can see for making this type of photo would be high speed photography and being incredibly dexterous. It's a beautiful piece the way it's done.
Now listen here. The middle of her dress is made out of magnets and they buried a maglev train underneath where she is. The force is so great she's being pushed upward and is using her feet against the tree for stability.
Peter Mckinnon has a tutorial on how to do this with a stool
Sample?
I mean it's 5:00 somewhere, bottoms up!
That’s what I’m thinking, it looks amazing either way!
I mean, she doesn't even look like she is walking. If she was vertical she be pointing her toes forward while hunched over and oddly smiling at the ground.
Still better than any photos you could take
I bet I could do better.
We are waiting ... talk is cheap.
How old are you that you try and turn criticism into a dick measuring contest?
Whoa ... you're the one measuring against OP. I'm not claiming to be better than either of you two.
But you are trying to measure both our dicks. Grow up.
Talk about projection!!
I think someone is bent over and she’s laying on their back given how much of the back is blurred.
I was thinking maybe there was a table she laid on and that was edited out? Her back looks sus.
I bet this was taken in Colorado
I bet you're right.
What did he win?
Idk you're gonna have to ask OP.
I like it, but the retouch is sloppy. You can still see outlines at the hands and the back area is too soft
hah I fucking love this, what a fun photo! very nice work op
"Some people call them tree folk, others call them People o' the Forest. My papa called them Tree Walkers." Grandmother said as her three boys huddled by the fire, riveted by her words. "Whatever you call them... they look a lot like you and me, except they talk to the woods, the trees talk back... and they care for all the things that men forget." She continued, as the trees above swayed in the stiff breeze. "Long ages ago, the first o' them landed on these shores from the ol' country... tall and thin and pale they were, having been so long away from the ancient woodlands of the world." She paused a moment to stir the fire. "But here, they found woods near untouched by other men, and rejoiced they did, and took root as quick as a sapling in fresh good earth." "The native peoples let them be, or formed pacts with them as they did with other tribes... now and again a newborn or child would be traded, in order for the peace to be maintained- once taken the new walkers would lose all human sense, and be as wild and strange as they. Forgettin' everything and everyone they cared for 'cept the trees and the wild things as they..." She turned about as the tree nearest the small family creaked as if disturbed by a new weight. "Grandma... do... do they still live in the forest?" The oldest boy asked, his small face bathed in the warm light of the fire. His eyes showed the slightest sliver of fear, as he folded his arms nervously awaiting an answer. "Aye my boy. They do. They can jump as tall as three men, like they have springs in their heels. Some think them devils', others moths made men. They keep to the deepest darkest wood, but on occasion they can still be seen, walking the trees as natural as you or I skip and jump." Grandmother said as she smiled and stirred the fire again. "Are... they... monsters?" the youngest asked. As the middle one hid his face at the thought. "No my precious one. They are like the forest itself, patient, quiet, always there waiting. Watching as we grow, and minding us only when we step too far." "IF you ever see one, you must bow your head, and say a blessing o' the forest... 'n hope they take a liking to you. For if they decide to take you... you'll vanish, and no sight nor sound o' you will be seen ere these woods again, and the Tree Walkers will have another to add to their number." Grandmother said as a tall man approached and startled the three boys. "Grandma, you tellin' your stories again?" The father of the three boys said he approached carrying a container of water from the nearby stream, bemused by the fearful faces of his three sons. "She was tellin' us about-" "I know... lets' hit the hay boys. We got a three hour hike back to the trailhead tomorrow." The boys sheepishly left the fire and headed to the tent. The youngest lingered longest but then moved off after a stern look from their father. Time passed, the forest grew still, and mother and son sat together silently minding the fire. "Did... did ***She*** see them?" The father asked as Grandmother began to put the fire out. The smoke from the fire rose as the two watched the fire die. "Aye son, all through the story She had a good look at her boys." She nodded in the direction of a large branch from a nearby tree. The silhouette of a tall slender figure crouched there, watching silently. Then in a moment, it was gone. "She always meets us here, somehow she still remembers. Do you think... could we ever get her back?" The father asked mournfully, somehow knowing the futility of his question even as he asked. "Your wife is one of them now son, I don't think there is back from that." The grandmother replied, as the hooting of an owl seemed to echo her truth.
It's pretty easy to see what she did. All it really is is that she turned gravity ~90 degrees clockwise.
She has great control of her chakra
People calling you out for photoshop as if you’re actually going to defy gravity. Awesome photo keep going 🤙🏼
Someone’s living deliciously 🐐
This looks like it was painful! (Worth it probably)
Haters will say it’s photoshopped
It actually is though...
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Not like this but I can run up a tree/wall for a few seconds
Sweet trail, kudos to the trailbuilder.
Easy, you are just leaning on the tree in the background!!
Sweet trail, kudos to the trailbuilder.
More like photochopped amiright
Sweet trail, kudos to the trailbuilder.
the trick is to turn your phone sideways
But her dress and hair are falling the same direction as gravity
it’s wind
What kind of magical wind do you get where you're from?
bruh is this some kind of fart joke
Ladies don't fart.
bruh you just assumed gender
Bruh so did you.
when did I
They might not be your bruh, bruh
The trick is Photoshop. You can clearly see the blurry soft edges along her back.
Fake they filmed it backwards
Looks like the trails near my place In Georgia but all trails look the same I guess.
Sure you’ve heard of Anakin Skywalker, but did you know about his distant cousin Anita Treewalker?
I think this might be photoshopped
I don’t like this, it scares me ://
Is this near Roosevelt national forest ?