I think the title pretty much sums it up.

To say thank you for a decade is even more of a monumental task. We say it anyway. Thank you for more than ten years of community involvement, contribution, and support. Thanks for the passion, for the letters, for the ravenous support (and defense) of us online, for pouring through our stories, for getting to the farthest climbs and reaches of our worlds, for the montages, for the speedruns, for the machinima, for the artworks, for the Master Chief suit you fashioned out of cardboard, for the Warthog Launches, for the…well, you get the idea.

There was a demon that lived in the air. They said whoever challenged him would die. Their controls would freeze up, their planes would buffet wildly, and they would disintegrate. The demon lived at Mach 1 on the meter, seven hundred and fifty miles an hour, where the air could no longer move out of the way. He lived behind a barrier through which they said no man could ever pass. They called it the sound barrier.

I have never understood those people who have no interest in space. That’s like showing no interest in the questions that have occupied scientists and philosophers ever since mankind grew a brain large enough to use it for something other than gathering food. This is a film that portrays people who raise their head, look into the sky and reach out to touch it. I can truly sympathize.

Combine two of the most common materials found on the surface of our planet - dirt and water - and you get mud, which, in turn, can be played in, struggled through, rubbed on for medicinal value, or just worn for fun. Collected over the past few months from festivals sporting events and more, you'll find here photographs of people around the world playing with, wallowing in, wearing and just dealing with mud - one of the filthiest entries on the Big Picture to date.