I know what you're thinking: there's something wrong with the photographer's color vision, and he knows that he's red-green color blind... but he's usually a little better than this, which is, obviously, way, way, way off. Indeed, it's so out of whack that even I can see the somewhat less-than-subtle deviation from any norm in the known universe. That said, I'm letting it go anyway, largely because I had a partner in editing crime. The original photo, taken earlier in the day at Amos Lake, where we went for a heat-wave-coping swim, is of my granddaughter Stasia running—and outrunning me—across a grassy field as we raced to the large white rock and back. She liked the picture but decided that it needed, um, enhancing. I was merely the Photoshop conduit as she suggested moving various sliders various directions. A routine shot was too boring, she laughed. This one definitely wasn't in that category, and while I would have probably dialed back the lurid oversaturation a bit, I had to admit that her "enhancements" brought out the colors of that bathing suit.