Stepping out of the door for a walk yesterday, drops of rain touched my face and I nearly turned back. With a sigh I tucked my camera under my coat and urged myself to just walk and breathe the fresh air, never mind the photos I wanted to take.
I was glad to have persisted as the rain soon stopped and there were splashes of sunshine among the puddles.
Bluebells glistened, with droplets reflecting greens and blues among the soft petals. The woods were quiet and soothing. My lungs filled with the essence of life, and the walk would have been worthwhile even if the camera had been left at home.
However it was there in my hand and the moments were captured with care, droplets surveyed and approached from angles. Joy felt as newly grown spring flowers were noted.
And a snail, untrodden, carried on his purposeful glide across the watery grass on to who knows where.
When thinking about the word ‘ephemeral’ I realised that most things in nature are ephemeral, lasting but a moment in the grand scheme of things. Flowers, insects, leaves … allowing us a glimpse of their beauty for a while in their often short lives. And droplets, one of my favourite things, they are gone when the sun’s rays evaporate them. So what better than an ephemeral flower, and the even more ephemeral raindrops?
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Ephemeral.”
I managed to get out with the camera very briefly yesterday between the rain showers. There wasn’t much to see in my quick potter round the garden but I did spot the new Honeysuckle leaves growing. On a closer viewing I saw this droplet resting there. It looks like it’s being carried carefully – a precious cargo which the leaves must protect. And of course I went for the rule of thirds (as I normally do, actually!) and made sure this precious droplet was the focus in that special spot.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Rule of Thirds.”