A wet summer is coming to an end. Raindrops have been our daily guest at least 2/3 of the time it seems.
Just how wet was it? Well, we only watered the grass twice and had to cut it every 4 days so we didn’t lose Ted the Pomeranian.
I wonder what our winter is going to look like if we keep up with this volume of moisture. Hopefully the storm patterns continue, and make up for the pitiful snowfall the last two years.
I don’t mind the rain. Of course, it can feel a little dreary at times. On the positive side, colors of flowers and plants pop! Plus, the air smells fresh and clean. My favorite thing of all is taking pictures of water droplets on flowers and leaves.
As storms move through south-central Alaska, one right after the other, I love snuggling up in a sweatshirt and blanket while sitting by a window, watching the raindrops fall. When confident that it’s safe for electronics, I grab the camera and head out the door.
Macro photography is fast becoming my most beloved mode of taking pictures. Granted I usually end up a wet, muddy mess, and sometimes forget to be bear aware. But no harm yet, so I’ll keep crawling around in the bushes, making noise, with my bear spray.
It’s a very intimate way to focus on fine details in nature. When looking at a landscape, all the minute puzzle pieces are simply part of the whole. They’re hard to distinguish from one another.
But broken down into smaller portions, you begin to see all the nuances. For instance, find endless color variations that exist for all hues.
Looking at plants, see petals, pine needles and leaves which have their own patterns of texture, striation, and variation unique to each individual bloom. And, I’m always surprised just how many bugs are never seen hiding in foliage when I’m looking, but found later when I’m editing photos.
Then there’s raindrops of all sizes that defy gravity while managing to cling to precarious perches.
I feel more connected with something I observe up close. As an example, think about gazing into your child’s eyes. The bond, love and appreciation that develop deepens as you truly see their souls.
It’s the same thing in nature. Quiet study breeds enlightenment.
As for raindrops, choose to love them or loath them. I luv em! In coastal Alaska, rain is just a part of life! And while I’m not going to break out in a chorus from The Sound of Music, I like to think of it this way:
If you think only sunshine brings you happiness, then you haven’t danced in the rain! (Or skied, hiked, camped, fished, biked, boated, cooked…you get the picture.)
Take some time to stop and smell the wet roses.