Ways Through
by posthumous

Comment:
The swing of a door marks a lifetime of coming and going while ever in the same place, an interesting example of wabi sabi. It also holds and reveals secrets, or simply life's passing moments, as exemplified by the keyhole. Nice lines, tones and lighting.

Awaiting Restoration
by Melethia

Comment:
Nicely seen, less obvious example that elicits, at least for me, a resounding "yes!" The torn fabric that once more fully covered the headlight has frazzled into slopes of snow, also to disappear eventually. The rusted headlight is also about the passage of time, handsome in its decay. Fine study.

Beauty until the end
by hajeka

Comment:
Yes, caramelized in passing, eloquent through its transitions till it's rejoined the soil. And that passage is still ringing. Nicely captured, examining the still sparkling petals as they furl. Its inevitability can lead to acceptance of transience.

an empty nest
by tate

Comment:
Birth, growth, abandonment and decay are all invoked by this temporary abode. It can draw one into a meditation on the rounds of life and death, be it sad or, perhaps, comforting. I like how the reeds in the background echo the twigs and fibers of the nest, maybe being, in part, one and the same. Satisfying entry.

The House, The Bug and The Waterspots
by vawendy

Comment:
It's amazing how these three disparate layers come together in a quirky, somehow winning composition. It's important to really see and appreciate what one may be prone to destroy. The complicated delicacy of the bug (mosquito?), its perilous evanescence and the emotions it evokes are finely placed right up close. Maybe someone will now give it a pass. Surprisingly strong.

Abandoned
by GinaRothfels

Comment:
The nest has lost its bottom, yet retains its charm and a sense of abandonment to the elements and time. This forthright depiction is lovely in its loss of function. The simple presentation is eloquent. Excellent toning.

Southern Drapery
by grahamgator

Comment:
Rather than taking in the entirety of a moss-hung tree, appreciate just a single component part, as here. It's not broken, but its delicacy is worth examining. Nice how the foreground strands echo the background trees. And that background is formidably lovely. Nice.

The break wall
by markwiley

Comment:
Handsome image that's a symphony of textures, shapes and light. Seems to be ice involved here, but I can't really figure out what it all is. No matter. Nice composition, divided off-center, as it is, and subdivided again on the right. The lower right could easily be a range of receding mountains, overhung by an enormous storm cloud. It seems to be part of a whole that is particularly beautiful and evocative. It's the stunning offhand beauty and delicacy that catches the eye of someone who sees openly. All that being said, I feel that to a somewhat significant extent it's the enchanting blue that draws the eye in, at least at first. I'm uncertain about this, it's highly subjective, and hope that the photographer (you) understands this.

Projecting
by nam

Comment:
Lovely image that displays impermanence and loneliness, as well as an acceptance of nature's random placement of objects on the bed of the stream, or whatever flowing water this may be. The dimple elicits a smile of understanding. The beautiful blue, though, is what I feel to be the primary aspect that draws viewers' attention, which distracts from the point of the challenge. I do like the image, there's tenderness to it. And this is a purely a subjective take.

parking lot puddle
by skewsme

Comment:
Certainly a beautiful image. The cracked and refrozen ice interacting with the pebbled shore evokes many emotions, such as impermanence, fragility, tenaciousness, imperfection. My feeling, though, is that it's the gorgeous colors, mainly purple, that grab the attention of the viewer, which is sort of an end run around the esthetic of wabi sabi. I understand that these are the colors that were there, but still find them to be a distraction. On the other hand, one could say that they're a facade, a curtain, that one must see through to arrive at the inner soul of the picture. Don't know, but I lean towards the former impression.