The Waterfall
March 8, 2007
I entered another building contest at Dreams, the subject is waterfalls. The events area was transformed with hills and water and a boardwalk. My project is the one on the far corner from the entrance. It looks very simple, in comparison to many of the other entries. I have one small waterfall that flows partially down the hill and then freefalls to a pond like area. I used
Linden trees by the dozen to make a natural, in the woods looking scene. I had a path that led up to my quiet spot, which was furnished with a log to sit on. The problem was falling off the path and over the side of the hill and into the water. I solved the problem by constructing a structure with high sides and then using totally clear as the texture.
In my instructions I included a poem.
There is a place in the forest
Where people stop to admire
A waterfall
And take pictures,
Paint, and draw.
But those who choose,
Follow the treacherous path
To be embraced by nature
And soothed by her heartbeat.
Dreams Contests have two different winners, a judged winner and a popular winner. As much as I would like to win, I have to remind myself that the important part of the contest is what I learn from it. Today, the day I am posting this, is the last day to vote. Friday the build will just be a memory as the contest will be over and the winner announced.
I will actually miss this build. I have found that sitting on the log is a peaceful hiding place. Like I said in the poem, only a few will take the time to climb the hill to sit and be embraced by nature. SL is no different than RL. We get so involved with doing things and interacting with others that we have no time for introspection. So, I am not going to apologize for my sporadic blogging. I am not asking for votes. I am just suggesting to slow down and take time to sit and clear the brain.
March 11, 2007 at 7:20 am
I neither won or placed in this contest. My feeling is that most people don’t have time to reflect. Maybe I don’t do enough of it either. By the way the water is gone and the land is flat and the waterfall a memory.