This could also be a Mandala - expectations, and joy of learning, meeting friends? World in a bubble as you are still in school ?
Very neat edit on this,and when i look at it, I think right away how learning ( the school bus) is what makes the future hopes of the children of the world possible!
With all the dangers our children face these days of school shootings and many other dangers in life, to me this symbolizes the "protective bubble" around the bus that will transport them to a happier life.I love the image and the way it's all put together - I have SO much more to learn about photoshop and the creative possibilities that lay within.
I had the same thoughts about the protective bubble and the supposed safety of the bus. I remember riding the bus for all 12 years of 1-12 grades. I loved the ride. I'd sit by myself and enjoy the scenery of the trees and little rivlets after the rain.
I think it is a bus that was always used for happy exciting excursions. The children are throwing their arms up in the air - getting ready for the big event (a sports game?) . But now the bus is empty - where have they gone? Or will they be soon back in the bus?Maybe the bus driver is just enjoying the peace and quiet before the noise?I like the way it is enclosed in a bubble and the shapes seem to emerge. Nice editing! Thank you Andrea for sharing it on Mandarin Orange Monday:)
I am still musing. That bus only looks to have one person in it, gazing wistfully throught the front window. And the hands in the air reminded me of an unpleasant game that was played on my school bus - someone would snatch something from one of the less popular students and it would be tossed from person to person - returned to the owner, if at all, scuffed and damaged.I love the tree in the background - which is being left behind.More thought required.
Hmmmm. I will have to think on this for a bit. My mind is not at a very creative stage at the moment. I love how you've put all of this together. I must say that my first thought was how happy eveyone was to see the bus coming for them. All through my twelve years of grades 1-12 I never got to ride the bus. I always walked until high school and I learned to charm one of the boys into giving me a ride. Well, it's back to bed for me. You have a great night. Hugs, Edna B.