Journaling reads: Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. – Robert Frost (1874-1963) The beauty of the snow falling silently to the ground is a wonderful thing to watch. It seems to bring a halt to everything. And in that halt of activity comes a peace. A pure, white peace.
Process: I grouped all of the artsy layers together to form the photo mask for the background. I used a miscellaneous brush to fill in the area a bit more to have more of the photo appear in the background. I grouped the image areas together to spread the top photo over both frames.
