Sorry Mr. Pibbs
by tate

Comment:
A perfect contrast of calm disdain and apoplectic frustration. Been there. Also like the contrast between the two mats and/or rug. That is, a 'meadow' of small flowers and a welter of frenetic design. Is the dog actually slobbering?
Personal favorite of the challenge.

Detail
by GinaRothfels

Comment:
So like music.
Personal favorite of the challenge.

waves kissing ankles / retreat as birds advance south / for a brighter sun
by vawendy

Comment:
Here's a comment --
My personal favorite of the challenge.
The horizontal rhythms delicately build to the crescendo of the sun. Moving and powerful.
The haiku is nice, but the visual haiku would be difficult to transform into words.

"Water will find its way..." : Salt Marsh in Autumn
by Bear_Music

Comment:
Interesting melding of curve and straight line, they actually look comfortable together. And the outskirts, calm in its own nature. Fine composition, not quite balanced because of the slanted perspective, and more provocative for it. Nice title, modest and full. The colors are gorgeous, just wonderful. Who needs Faberge?
Personal favorite of the challenge. (10)

from the depths
by tate

Comment:
This is totally believeable. With so many constraints down there, evolution has to pick magic's pocket. Fine, compelling image.

fledgling
by aberration

Comment:
Wonderful, beautiful and natural scene. Emotionally involving. A new realm of imagination.
Personal favorite of the challenge.

Footprints on Perfection
by posthumous

Comment:
What a lovely image. It speaks in many tongues. Delicate and exciting. Love the speckled and winding tonalities. Did you ever find out where that mongoose was headed?
Big, well-deserved blue. Congratulations.

Homeward Bound
by mlu

Comment:
Unusual, mystifying and entrancing. The light throwing off stars, and its corona, is wonderful.

I will meet you in the silence of the water
by posthumous

Comment:
Couldn't understand the vanishing point, but this is stunning.

Country Road (Take Me Home)
by Bear_Music

Comment:
Charming in its full saturation. What kept drawing my attention is the contrast between the trees. Put me in mind of the nursery rhyme,

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

And having looked this up, here's an earlier version --

Jack will eat not fat, and Jull doth love no leane,
Yet betwixt them both they lick the dishes cleane.