And God said: Let the waters...be gathered together...and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
by Bear_Music

Comment by Catherine_B:
This one just didn't work for me, sorry.

The Glassblower
by Bear_Music

Comment by Teafran:
Everybody should pay attention to this image because of its perfection. The exposure is perfect - the orange glass ball is not over or under exposed, the colors are perfect without being over saturated, the bokeh adds to the image rather than subtracts, the obviously strong hand holding the globe is detailed, the detail of the wet leather, the very slight reflection of the glass furnace on the globe - absolute perfection. It would be very hard to find an image as perfect as this anywhere in any competition. If there were any justice in the world, this would be the winner hands down. Perfect imagery.

Tundra
by Bear_Music

Comment by posthumous:
gorgeous!

And God said: Let the waters...be gathered together...and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
by Bear_Music

Comment by daisydavid:
Like this, somewhat serene.

The Glassblower
by Bear_Music

Comment by bvy:
Surreal.

Tundra
by Bear_Music

Comment by jaysonmc:
This is a good one!

Hull
by Bear_Music

Comment by bmartuch:
I like the soft look and the border works well.

Winter Harbor, Golden Hour
by Bear_Music

Comment by Cuttooth:
That's a gorgeous sky. Really like how you processed this.

And God said: Let the waters...be gathered together...and let the dry land appear: and it was so.
by Bear_Music

Comment by Stagolee:
It just doesn't get me wet!

The Glassblower
by Bear_Music

Comment by K3Master:
After days of toil and suffering, the door to the castle smithy opened, and he appeared. Drenched in sweat, hair clinging feverishly to his skull, skin covered in ash and soot that had turned him black as night, he slowly approached the gathered company. With a glance at each of them with red and haunted eyes he lifted a leather bound bundle in his hand, and untied it. As one, they gasped and took an involuntary step back. A light shone with an inner hell. A power radiated that hinted of the undoing of them all.
"It is finished", he croaked in a harsh and oddly emotionless tone.

They gazed upon this thing they had ordered created, and knew they were close to the end. It was their last chance to save a dying kingdom, but one false move, and it could unravel every known universe. The Orb of the Undying.

It had begun.