Come to the forest. We’ll have some fun. Frolic in the mud pit. Gaze into the frothy abyss that runs off from an oversize pipe. Or, like me, you could grow increasingly concerned at the number of pink field markers around the mud and stream that made me second guess any actual tripod usage. I got around with a portable one meant for attaching to beams and branches but enough of them were marked for some reason that I wasn’t risking any closer inspection.
I accidentally discovered the neural filters settings in Photoshop recently and learned not only are they horrifying when turned up to the extremes but they tend to crash on my laptop after layering multiple experiments on top of each other. The facial filter (“Smart Portrait”) morphs features based on oddly generic parameters (“Happiness,” “Surprise,” “Anger,” “Hair Thickness”[??]). I’m not sure I see the practical use for it yet but it definitely is competent in making my hard drive sound like it’s trying to reach orbit.
