I had played with the levels and curves a bit, but didn't repost. With a bit cropped off the top and a bit more off the left I thought it made it very good.
And hey, Walter: I really like "abraxas" for a screen name. It is the name of a witch, though, so I had to adjust to the fact that you are male at first. Thought you were ... erm :er: ...

... a
witch at first. :mrgreen:
I didn't know that about the witch.
I picked the name because of the Santana album, which I've liked since high school.
Funny story;
About a dozen years ago when I figured out I wasn't suitable to work for people and I had to start my own company, I looked up the name; it meant, 'A very old word without meaning, nothing, a cool looking word used on jewelry.'
I thought I always wanted to do 'nothing' for a living- So I came up with the following;
Abraxas (nothing)
Engineering (structured thought)
Virtual (dynamic nothing)
Environments (enclosed in more nothing).
It worked out into a four letter domain name, which in '96 some were still available (AEVE.COM), which over the years I developed into pretty much ... nothing. For the two years before that I developed electronic base maps for local GIS systems. I liked drawing the maps, and it was all on the computer, so it was like making a living doing- nothing.
To this day I have not produced a tangible product.
Favorite song- Money for
Nothing - Dire Straits
I have studied early historic desert cultures. When an Indian died, their relatives were not allowed to say their name, as this would mean they wanted them back, and if everyone came back, there would be no room for the new people. They'd throw the body and all of their possessions in a pile and burn it all. 'Abraxas' falls into this for me- with the exception of never saying my name (Walter) again. In fact, I have specified 'Wailing women' at my funeral- Hair-pulling, dirt-slinging, crying and screaming women dressed in black. Throw what little is left of me and my ~work~ in a pile and burn it all. If it's not affordable, throw my carcass in the back of a pickup truck and spin a few doughnuts in the dirt lot in back of a liquor store until I fall out. However, I must have the wailing women.
I seem to have gotten off track. What was my point?- Oh yeah;
Middle-aged male, unproductive, increasingly becoming overweight, innocence and optimism scarred and damaged over a half a century by this brutal earth, problematic for sure, but not a witch.
I like this shot though- and if possible would like to know more about the plant and its seemingly symbiotic relationship with the host.