Teddy and I went to Ferrymead Heritage Park today after work when the light was just right for doing a composite image that I had in mind. They have given me permission to shoot there after hours (in exchange for a small fee) and after I did the composite stuff I took time to shoot more creatively.
Here Teddy is propped up on the tracks, wedged against a handy weed I found growing there. To complete the aged and abandoned feeling, I changed the image to BW, toned it with sepia, added some dust and scratched and age spots to the image, finishing it off with a scratched up frame.
The story I am trying to tell is of sadness, abandonment, loss, of time past and better days.
What story does it tell you?