Trees in Fog
by Paul

Comment by aplomb76:
Very cool, but the sky looks more blown out by light than fog. 6

Twists on Curves
by Paul

Comment by seasaw:
very creative - a pretty background with a twisted subject - 10 -

B. Bradbury?
by Paul

Comment by BeckyT:
I like your perspective and choice of B/W.

Trees in Fog
by Paul

Comment by Lydia:
Interesting... It's either brilliant or a poor image. I can't decide.

But, you've gotten me to take time studying it.. .and that's the mark of a good image. (not voting yet)

Trees in Fog
by Paul

Comment by rlewis:
somehow the fog effect is lost...

Miss Magneto never really enjoyed dinner dates.
by Paul

Comment by 1m1A:
Nice one! One of the best in the challenge. I'm wondering what technique you used to get the silverware to do that. Or maybe she's really magnetic!

Miss Magneto never really enjoyed dinner dates.
by Paul

Comment by jomari:
Great concept, well executed.

Miss Magneto never really enjoyed dinner dates.
by Paul

Comment by boyd2000:
Excellent! Very creative and well shot. I expect to see this among the top ones.

Miss Magneto never really enjoyed dinner dates.
by Paul

Comment by nutzito:
very good execution on a creative idea.
one of my picks for top 5 (I mean fron 2nd to 5th) since there is one that stands out from the rest. I am not voting in this challenge other wise I would have given this an 8.

Trees in Fog
by Paul

Comment by K3Master:
An hour into his hike, Peter stopped. Something was wrong. The gentle breeze that had softly played through the woods for the last couple of hours had died suddenly, leaving a cloying feel to the air. The sounds of the forest had likewise cut right off. It was as if he'd walked into an air-tight container, yet here he stood, surrounded by the trees and scrub.

What made him look up, he didn't know. Perhaps some change or movement or sixth sense, but look up he did. What he saw there shocked him so badly he could make no sound at all. He was frozen to the spot, his eyes locked onto what was happening in horror. What his eyes showed him reminded him of the time he had watched a city clean-up crew whitewash graffiti off a building wall in the park he was playing in as a child. A memory that stuck with him, as he watched what he had thought to be a beautiful painting being scrubbed away with white paint. It had saddened him at the time.

Now, so many years later, he watched not in sadness, but in horror. For it was happening again right in front of him. This time, it was not a graffiti mural, but the very world being scrubbed away. From the top down. As the white of nothingness descended towards him, wiping out the forest as if it were nothing, it seemed that the paralyzing fear finally broke and Peter let out a wailing scream.

Then all was erased.