If unfamiliar, the title is pulled from the opening of Eliot’s “Waste Land,” one of the more haunting lines of the poem in my opinion. When the thermometer hit 93 today, I too, felt surprised by a season (minus the sense of Eliot’s impending dystopia). It’s been a dry spring and already a warm haze sort of diffuses anything in the distance. It feels like summer—surprisingly. The picture is of the dried lake bed of Lake Bistineau around a week ago and nearly the same temperature. The lake was drained well over a year ago in an attempt to kill off an invasive floating fern called Salvinia. Water was supposed to be allowed back to the lake in October, but obviously that hasn’t happened. It’s been nice to explore the bed and romp into areas normally inaccessible with the lack of water but the place is starting to suffer ecologically. In the background, you can see the distorted trunks of the cypress trees, bulged out where the water line used to meet.
As for processing, the landscape had a natural diffusion and haze. The Spanish moss only helps amplify a sense of drowsiness so I worked to bring out those elements. This was a bracketed shot so I merged to HDR in Photoshop. I set a tone curve after converting back to a 16bit file. In Lightroom I split toned with a green and a near pink color and tweaked some of the highlights with the tone curve and then dropped the clarity slider down a few notches.