I love watching drops as they gather along horizontal surfaces. Forming a tidy row, they start small and grow in size, plumping and stretching. The bigger they get, the better I can see the fantastical, upside-down version of my world inside each watery orb. Pulled by gravity, they tremble to hold on but eventually they fall and the cycle begins again.

Like a giant metronome of life, they measure the moments.

Drip, drop. Tick, tock.

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A Line of Drips

Last weekend I had my first attempt at macro drips on a leaf, today I tried again and this time I managed to get the flower reflected in the drops, I realise there is much room for improvement but I'm much happier with the result.

This is a very fine leaf blade held in a clamp with a primula flower in another clamp placed behind.I lit them from the side trying to keep most of the light on the drops of water which I added with a pipette.

I used the Raynox close up adaptor on an 85mm lens, f18 1/125 sec ISO 100

First attempt playing with water drips

Long-billed Dowitcher drains the long bill on a small pond near Jamaica Beach, Galveston Island.

Male Mallard Duck,Doing it's Morning Dabbling.

Writing about human suffering runs many risks, and most of these risks have been the subject of to much commentary. But there is also the artifice of packaging something so it offends the senses, but not too much. Surely, this too is a marker of a lost innocence. I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be asked to write, or even reflect overmuch on what is described in these pages, because in Haiti, I am asked to do only one thing: be a doctor, to serve the destitute sick. And since none of my patients can pay for my services, it is my job, my great privilege, to draw attention to the suffering of the poor and to bring resources to bear on the problems that are remediable. Most are.

I contemplate my own loss of innocence with resentment, sometimes in even in tearful silence. From whom can I demand it back? As Garcia Lorca said, "Things that go away never return-everybody knows that."

Everybody knows that things that go away never return.

-Paul Farmer, Cange, Haiti, March 8, 2000, afterword to the Pathologies of Power

male mallard leaves the pond to join some friends across the wetlands park

captured during the downpour. cats and dogs, i tell you.

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on a rainy day in the indian ocean

Etta; Cataract Creek, Lawson

It rained and rained and rained....

My Photoblog- My Third Eye...!

Taken and edited on my iPhone

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Helsinki, Finland.

This magical place is an easy walk not far form Mudgee. Magnificent rock formations.

Isaiah 45:8: “Drip down, O heavens, from above, and let the clouds pour down righteousness; Let the earth open up and salvation bear fruit, and righteousness spring up with it. I, the LORD, have created it.”

I think today is the day I do my rounds on flickr. Sometimes I lose track of time. But today I am busy. I have a date with the trees. I will be in the bush hugging trees and taking selfies. Maybe I will ride an elk through the forest or chase a cougar around the trees or talk to the bears. Who knows?

This Rattlesnake master's (Eryngium yuccifolium) leaves have small inconsequential thorns that must act as a dew collector.

Samsung NX1 & LZOS Jupiter 9 - 85mm f/2

26mm Macro Tube | 15 Aperture Blades | f/4 | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld

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A really heavy thunder shower today. It showed me I need to check the drainpipes as they were overflowing. I know it's not all that clear, but it was raining very heavily and not for long.

52 in 2016 Challenge #29 Drips

Kahn getting a little wet on our walk today.

After the heat comes rain

Suspended warmth

Suspended drops

We all felt like this at the bottom of Black Down!