Mr. Peach reflects on the wall socket
by Jutilda

Comment:
This is the sort of crap that I do! You're in trouble, mate. It's all downhill from here.

The Transmutation Of The Higgler's Lonely Daughter
by rooum

Comment:
'Ici repose ...' Improbably lovely. Tones are beautiful, and it's just accessible enough to be comprehensible, not quite alarming enough to frighten the horses. I'd guess you were clive, but even if you aren't you still are somebody worth watching. Thanks.

Natural Habitat of the Cat
by Paul

Comment:
Without the cat this image would be nothing. But that cat is sublime!

Spinach & Wild Rice
by rooum

Comment:
Can't help liking this: engaging guy, great discount on the rice.

Colorado sunset
by cellvian106

Comment:
Lovely light.

A Herders Dream
by WickedSound

Comment:
A very fine photograph with a very tacky title; like building a beautiful Japanese garden and sticking a plaster gnome on the entrance path. That aside, it's a striking and well executed image.

Time Stopped
by Germaine

Comment:
You're quite right: I was transfixed! A fascinating photograph that stopped me dead. My congratulations, G.

chair with girl
by whiteroom

Comment:
Best in Show; no question.

That Ride to Nowhere
by ubique

Comment:

Originally posted by salmiakki: ... How this ended up in last spot will be something I ponder all day. How irritating for you ...

It's not at all irritating for me. It's comforting. The many 'flaws' were intentional. The marginalised composition seemed appropriate. The offhand blur was sadly apt. The disassociation of this person and this chair was a documentary imperative. The titular reference to Talking Heads was merely a pun; a test that nobody took. So I'm satisfied with it. I'd have scored it a five myself, but I'm a very poor judge.

port
by tph1

Comment:
Was top three for me with a 7, which may sound niggardly but it's double my average score. Of course, that's rather a poisoned chalice: my top two finished in the last five. And my own finished in the last one. So maybe I had over-rated yours after all, Tom?