child's danger... parent's fear
by LMA128

Comment:
Beautiful image, great evocation of the challenge. I love those shapes and shadows. 10

Risky Pursuits
by Siggav

Comment:
This photo is magnificent.

Posthumous Yellow Ribbon

Bite me
by feralinet

Comment:
This photo is so intimate, so sensationally intimate, so spectacularly intimate, shows so much emotion without being offputting. quite the opposite.

Posthumous Red Ribbon

Let's rethink this without a net thing
by studiog2

Comment:
This is probably going to get the real blue ribbon because it is simply a perfect take on the challenge, but just in case it doesn't, I'll give it a Posthumous Blue Ribbon. And yes, I know what I'm risking here. After all this could be scalvert. And that title is trying too hard. And I have two other brilliant photos to give this ribbon to.

But the tension here is incredible. The hunger in that cat's eyes...

Posthumous Blue Ribbon

whimsy
by ursula

Comment:
this is really beautiful. I gave this a 7, but somehow never got back to it to bump or comment. It's, like, totally ursular...

Wonder
by briantammy

Comment:
but if I reflect, how can I see something deep inside myself?

Wool
by xianart

Comment:
what a bizarre coincidence. we were in Cape May this past weekend and we heard all about wool bathing suits. they used to think wool was good for hot weather because it's not a conductor. oh, and beautiful photo!

The Times Crossword... In INK!?!?!
by klkitchens

Comment:
not just ink, a really thick sharpie. you get an LOL-7

BlurStudy/1
by mia67

Comment:
from blurgeois pedagogues:

Blur is visual impairment. This is something it holds in common with emotion, which also inhibits a person's ability to see clearly.

QED, blur is emotional. It is a visual representation of emotion. This photo instantly makes me think, "Love Is Blind." Here we can see, right in front of us, how our love for someone makes it almost impossible for us to see him. He is so surrounded by our love that his own existence almost blinks out.

But notice how he is walking out of frame. Some day he must leave the nest of love to make something of himself. It requires courage. Not everyone succeeds at this. Some of us remain forever lost in other people's expectations and feelings about us.

But, for all its danger, look how beautiful it is, to see the caress of an abiding love revealing itself in everything about him, his shifting colors, his eroding outline, his Mona Lisa smile.

564842
by undieyatch

Comment:
from blurgeois pedagogues:

This is exactly what a memory looks like. Have you noticed there are half a dozen different kinds of blur in this one photo? One of the things that an art teacher will tell you about drawing is to vary your line. You do this by changing the angle and pressure on your pen. The next time you look at a Hirshfeld caricature, notice the line width. That varying width is as crucial to the drawing as the lines themselves.

A line that changes implies a human hand and thereby imparts a humanity to the image. When an effect like blur can vary within one image, a similar sense is felt. The trick here is that the variations occur within reasonable expectations of how light behaves in a camera: in other words, it doesn't feel like it was added later in Photoshop. But at the same time, we are stunned at these variations. They have never occurred to us before: how the lamp posts are ghosts, while the facades are glowing, while the sign is bleeding, while the building on the left is sleeping, while the church is being crushed by its own piercing, like a splinter of ice.