Dim Sum looks up as she hears wood creaking, when no wind was blowing at all.
I'm exorcising some personal demons, so I'm revisiting some old sims. And I found this "demon" and his kin. My internal demons manifesting in the virtual world.
I once heard the phrase about a pencil sketch that a colleague had taken to work to hang in the office: "a face so ugly that it's beautiful." And it was a beautiful work of art. Maybe beauty is not a linear continuum, but a wheel, so that when you get to the ugliest face you've ever seen, it's beautiful again.
Technical noteswindlight: Phototools Dorm Light 01 (modified)
water: Glassy (modified)
Depth of Field:
View angle: 0.5
Foc Length: 1100
Foc Time: 0.5
Aspect Ratio: 1.5