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A light wind ripples the surface of a puddle that is reflecting the yellow leaves of the maple trees in Fall color above it.
We had heavy rains in late November which created some really big puddles. The reflections were wonderful.
Yuma, Arizona, the winter lettuce capital of the United States.
Another scene from the same rainy day in Hamburg's city centre.
I was still occupied with focusing under the shelter of an arcade waiting for someone to cross the street 10 m ahead of me. Then suddenly and unexpectedly the man in the picture appeared from behind the pillar I was leaning against and I pressed the shutter hoping I had enough dof.
Tamron SP 24-48 mm manual lens on full frame.
Poznan, Poland
Stary Ryenk
Summer
Super hot day a few weeks back had the city getting relief from the hydrants.
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Sometimes after a rainstorm rolls through, we get gorgeous sunsets. If a puddle is in the right place, and the clouds move the right way, we get art in puddles!
Francesca on a rainy day. She had so much fun puddle jumping it was hard to get her to leave!
Danielle
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Male zebra swallowtail butterflies participate in a behavior known as puddling, in which individuals congregate on sand, gravel, or moist soil to obtain salts and amino acids. These nutrients aid the male in reproduction.
Source and more info: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protographium_marcellus
Slightly edited shot of a biker in Amsterdam, reflected in a puddle. Taken with my Sony HX1. No editing besides some fiddling with contrast and saturation, no magic tricks, no Photoshop :)
This Summer could have been a Paradise for wicked Reflectahs, with the daily rain, the unbelievable amounts of water pouring down on the best city in the world and the giant wet spots all over the place, but unfortunately it takes a lot more than water in the streets to shoot wicked reflections. The most important thing besides the proper light, shadow and angle, is to make sure that there are plenty of the talented tiny puddle people present, who draw those awesome images onto the surface of the water with the light of speed and really tinytiny brushes. Or did you really think that water reflections can look as exciting as they appear on my Flickr stream without the help of little wicked wizards and their magic powers? And all they ask in return for their services is a pack of these little cocktail-umbrellas, that always try to poke your eye out when you leave them in the glass while drinking, seems that they don't like getting wet either, lol :)
Have a wicked weekend :)
I've made a wicked reflection movie of this puddle too, check it out on my YouTube channel, thank you :)
Fort Flagler State Park, WA. Heavy rains left a giant puddle and a great reflection. This was taken in winter 2009. My husband proposed to me in this exact spot nearly a year later.
Reflection of a ride in a puddle of water...
I was kinda standing beneath this ride for this shot. Thank God nobody hurled on me! LOL.
From the test roll with one of the cameras given to me by my grandfather – a folding Baldax 6×4.5cm camera that he bought for his 21st birthday in 1936. I misunderstood the two red window system and only took half the shots I should have. There are also signs of a lightleak from one of the red windows.
I think I may have overcorrected the colour on this one - it came out of the scan looking very blue, and I've made it too yellow.
The rainy day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains,and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)