It rained last night. And in the early morning, the sun was low in the sky, cloudy and raindrops everywhere. They were hanging from the branches of the trees, moving slowly down the windshield of my car, drops on everything. Even a drop on the nose of my cat when he came in from the night’s hunt.
I love raindrops. Especially when it’s not windy or nosy and this morning was both calm and quiet. I could even hear the drops dripping all around me, drip, drop, drip, drop.
So I took a slow morning walk whit my camera, strolling along the beach of my bay looking at every drop, hunting for the right one to take home whit me.
Then one raindrop caught my eyes. This one. Hanging from a railing, so still, didn’t look like it was in the mood for letting go for a while. This moment called for a close-up, no, macro, but not fly eye macro, just close enough to get to know him. I looked at him for quite a while. He harbored all the bay within himself and reflected the houses surrounding it. This was my drop; I was going to take it home with me. So back I went, in the quiet of the morning, listening to the drip, drop, of last night raindrops. So happy whit “my” drop. This drop.
Then it began to rain.