Heh, writing... I think I'm doing too much writing for work right now; pictures are the only way to relax. I don't think I'll be doing some real, longer ficcing until my RL writing is done :/. But this picture happened to prompt a drabble, and 100 words I could manage ;P.
The reflection was tricky - somehow I was convinced that glass would shine or something, and that I could use white spaces to suggest a shiny surface, or something of that kind. But then I looked around and saw that it just reflects stuff, though in more muted tones. So I painted the mill in grey rather than the black I'd been planning, and actually that does work just fine with the rest of the picture - I got Eileen in the spotlight and the mill prominently present, but sort of ... less powerful at the moment. Or something XD.
I do think the yelling man is Tobias, primarily on account of a) the scene and b) the nose. I just like to make up a story in which his yelling has nothing to do with drink or abuse ;).
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The reflection was tricky - somehow I was convinced that glass would shine or something, and that I could use white spaces to suggest a shiny surface, or something of that kind. But then I looked around and saw that it just reflects stuff, though in more muted tones. So I painted the mill in grey rather than the black I'd been planning, and actually that does work just fine with the rest of the picture - I got Eileen in the spotlight and the mill prominently present, but sort of ... less powerful at the moment. Or something XD.
I do think the yelling man is Tobias, primarily on account of a) the scene and b) the nose. I just like to make up a story in which his yelling has nothing to do with drink or abuse ;).