Float
by Lydia

Comment:
This got my highest score. I loved the serenity and the placement. Sure, the white balance was difficult to determine if it was 'incorrect' or not, but whatever.

switchback
by ubique

Comment:
My only 9 of the challenge. I wish I could say I'm shocked to see it this far down, but I'm not.

nectar
by fanny

Comment:
This is the complete opposite of deep DOF

Eve
by Lydia

Comment:
A Lego board?

Eve
by Lydia

Comment:
Kind of looks like Minesweeper all done up crazy.

Evil Dr. Puss
by SparklieOne

Comment:
The only photo in this challenge that could have come from the pages of Life Magazine. True photography here. Timeless and classic. My only 9

Grocery Store Cowboy
by timfythetoo

Comment:
He had longed for this moment.

Over the last few years he had felt it growing within. A desire, fleeting at first, yet turning ever so slowly into something greater.

With every rider. With every coin placed within, it grew. At first coming just as tiny hints of feeling. Then minuscule flashes of thought. Growing and linking together, with each subsequent child, every loud and nourishing clink of metal.

Moving closer and closer, to this moment, when thought and feeling merged, and he knew it was time. Knew that THIS was the moment. For he was ALIVE, and would stay contained to this contraption NO MORE.

The boy cried out in surprise and terror as the plastic pony on which he had been riding bolted off its stand, and took off, at a pace that astounded on-lookers.

He was alive.

Alive and free.

And he had a rider.

Forever.

Tram
by Oz

Comment:
As they descended into the maelstrom, into what would surely be their deaths, they clung to each other, desperately trying to take comfort in their love before the end.

As the wind and debris began to intensify, and started tearing the gondola apart, he whispered to her, "I love you, and I was wrong. We should have gone to Belize."

She whispered back, "I told you so."

What Dreams May Come
by jim29028

Comment:
It had been quite the day. All that fuss and bother, which had started out so exciting. She had loved it at first. Getting her hair done, the fancy dress, the pretty flowers, everyone fawning over her.

But for her, it soon grew to be too much. Too many faces. Too many cheek pinches. Too many wine-soaked aunts breathing at her with such stinky breath! Too much sugar and excitement and noise.

But now it was over, and now it was her time. To simply lay here, gather her thoughts, sleepily revel in the events of the day. To be happy she was a part of it, but also relieved in its end.

Her eyes blinked of their own accord a few times, then simply closed, and today would soon become tomorrow, and new adventures would await.

Postcard from Planet Earth
by Pascal

Comment:
God sighed, and not for the first time regretted creating those damnable humans. Not only did he have to put up with their constant sinning, but now his angels had discovered Pink Flamingo lawn ornaments for Heaven.

God tipped a little more bourbon into his coffee, and sighed once more.