When I go to sleep with a broken heart, the tree of sorrow cries a river to wash away the pain, and its tears water the seeds of my faith. Rendered with Bryce 5. Thanks for lookin. =)
I can see the tree's eyes. It appears to have cried a lot... and for that I am sorry. Really cool work. I love how the branches twine together and the ringlets of water swirl about.
"The promise of tomorrow is not a guarantee, so I shall live for today and live for me." -- Smoosh. Please feel free to visit my Gallery. Your feedback and critiques are always greatly appreciated.