Our journey around Penwiper Island continues. The Lake of Nymphs as been left far behind and we have climbed high up into the interior. It is mid morning in early autumn, the air is like crystal and the silence near total. It is a strange place that we have come to and we talk in whispers.
[Technical notes for those interested: I sketched out the composition in Photoshop and then went into Vue to create the scene. I used a very bright light which bleached out a lot of the detail, so post rendering work mainly consisted of painting in textures and lost details.]