What Is the Matrix?
by 3DsArcher

Comment by PiechProductions:
Huhhhh!? Where is this, haha. Cool shot.

What Is the Matrix?
by 3DsArcher

Comment by hotpasta:
interesting projection...OK overall

What Is the Matrix?
by 3DsArcher

Comment by Ja-9:
quite the interesting shot...I take it that this was a light show of some kind.....

What Is the Matrix?
by 3DsArcher

Comment by rinac:
Dude! You're standing right in front of my exhibition. Behind you, inside Lifewise! You'll have to make another trip back into town now ;)

Black Smiths Workshop
by 3DsArcher

Comment by cgino:
What a great building, I really like the filter effect.

Two Classics
by 3DsArcher

Comment by Jutilda:
I'm amazed at how many American muscle cars are in New Zealand!!! You can't beat the classic Chevrolets.

56 Buic
by 3DsArcher

Comment by Jutilda:
Now that's what I call a Beast. Loving those ovals on the side. Check out pekesty's portfolio. He has tons of great vintage car shots.

Playing in Long Grass
by 3DsArcher

Comment by rinac:
Nope, no way in the world I would have guessed this! She's gorgeous. Lovely portrait. You won the double in the commenting stakes too. Both Ed and Tom, congrats!

Playing in Long Grass
by 3DsArcher

Comment by Teafran:
A solid image that is crisp, sharp and properly framed and composed - a technical success in every way. From an artistic standpoint, it has significant impact being richly colored with excellant detail. This image would have worked as a black and white as well. A perfect demonstration of the power of properly controlled light and focus. A top ten image and a very strong contender for a ribbon. Well done.

Playing in Long Grass
by 3DsArcher

Comment by K3Master:
Wilbur looked around and sighed.

Once again he had been forced out of his warm bed in front of the fire at an ungodly time of morning.

Once again he had been made to go running through the grasses and marshes to please his crazy master.

Once again he had to sniff out the reeking stench of buckshot filled duck, so that said master could boast about his skills to his poker buddies.

And what did he get out of it? What did he get for his tireless and thankless work? What did he...

"Good boy Wilbur! Good boy, that's my good boy, who's a good doggie? Who's my boy?"

His master stroked his ears and rubbed his head and Wilbur instantly forgot all his lament and bounded off into the grasses.

Oh yes. He'd forgotten. That's what he got out of it.

He was a GOOD dog!