So far one of my favorite photos is of Alfie our little old dog and newest member of the family. We were in a little antique carriage pulled by a narrow gauge steam train and he had gone to sleep on the floor.

I got into a discussion about him and the photo on a rescue forum I am a member of so had a go at improving the photo in PhotoShop so we got this:

I did the following:

Put a green cast on the white wall and tidied up the discoloration on the pale parts of the wall
Repaired the seat
Removed the bolts
Removed the seat supports
Used the burn tool to over expose the edges a bit more for a better edge to the circle of light

lines in the velveteen rabbit children's book.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."