The Bryce god lives in a shanty By the edges of the Free Lance Sea Some think him daft to ply his craft Employing tools constrained by rules That cause the average exporter to laugh

The Bryce god he is a painter
And a builder and a sculptor too
He models in joins boolean
And laughs at those who do suppose
This constitutes some kind of mortal sin

The Bryce god he is a wonder
Whose imagination knows no bounds
Width, depth and height, terrains and light
Maps to see through and textures too
He builds by day and renders through the night

The Bryce god builds many worlds
Many projects going at the same time
Youll often see double-you-eye-pea
Till mind and heart perfect his art
And posts it here on Ren-der-o-si-ty.

I decided the Bryce-god was a little critter inside each of us who finds neat things to like about Bryce. Things that vary from time to time. I currently am enamored with photo-textures but have always liked Bryce for light, water, reflections, and trans-maps.
100% pure Bryce, no imports outside of photo-textures.

The bryce-god himself, standing there at the door, is from an photograph that can be found in Doublecrash's gallery.
(image V copyright by Andrea Martini, renewed 2003, used by permission.)
Many thanks again for allowing the use of the image!!

The man in the photo seemed to fit this place which REALLY reminds me of the workspaces of several Ukrainian artists I had a chance to hang out with when I was there.

Sorry about the longish post :)