This is the original shot through the shower wall.
This is an altered version.
This is something I’ve meant to do for a long time. I never remember to do it. This morning, I did. Now, don’t tell me not to take my Nikon D300 wearing one of her good Nikkor lenses (With VR, of course) into the shower. It wouldn’t do you any good. Some photography site somewhere told me to close myself up in my bathroom and practice photographing everything there. This is a start. You didn’t think I’d take you THERE, did you? Cupboards, yes. Bathrooms, no.
Every time I shower, I look at that misty image through the glass wall and think of it as a painting. I love color. I try to surround myself with it. Actually, this tall vase with its fake flowers is pretty. Everything in life doesn’t have to be real. My daughter, the decorator, set that vase in the corner of the “garden tub” when she moved me and my stuff into this house next door to her.
I can’t decide. I think I like the original better. I enjoy the image of it through the steamy glass every time I step into the shower. Sort of other worldly. I like it.