I started with just the background wall and floor, then added the other
four elements. Then used several filters to get the finished result. :)
The hats of a man may be many In the course of a varied career, And some have been worth not a penny And some have been devilish dear; But there's one hat I always remember When sitting alone by the fire. In the depth of a Northern November, Because it fulfilled my desire.
It was old, it was ragged and rotten And many years out of mode, Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten And left at the side of a road. The boughs of the mulga had torn it, It's ribbon was naught but lace, And old swaggie would not have worn it Without a sad smile on his face.
When I took off the hat to the ladies It was rather with sorrow than swank, And often I wished it in Hades When the gesture drew only a blank; But for swatting a fly on the tucker Or lifting a quart from the fire Or belting the ribs of a bucker It was all that a man could desire.