I think my colour-matching skills might be improving somewhat. The background is some random park bench at night. You can still tell this is a cut, paste and twiddle-with-colour-sliders job, but it's not as obvious as some of my other efforts.
This particular exercise has made me realise with a bit more force one of the major reasons I don't like LMI as much as I do LTROI: a great deal of it is YELLOW. If his name had been Oscar instead of Oskar, and hers Ellie instead of Eli, there's a fairish chance their first nighttime encounter in the courtyard or at a nearby park might have happened under sodium lamps. That's OK, but I've never much cared for the jaundiced pall they cast on everybody under them. In LTROI, Oskar and Eli met under a bluish white light. This is an "icy" colour for me, the colour of January under a cloudless blue sky.
Vampirism is, among other things, about disease and about death. Well, more our fear of them than of the things themselves. Death is an established fact; while we might be uneasy about what might await us on the Other Side, it seems easy enough to claim that the departed can fear nothing more from this
plane or phase of existence. As such, the fear of death is the fear of inevitability since we must all inevitably perish. Disease is not so much an "established fact" as it is a process, and usually an unpleasant one. Disease often does
conclude with death, but it also often has a kind of lifetime of its own, having an onset, a few hours or days of feeling like [CENSORED] and (for me) often a rather rapid decline. I suppose the diseases to dread the most are the ones that don't decline and don't worsen, they just make the remainder of one's earthly existence a misery.
LMI's often jaundiced appearance is exactly that, for me: diseased.