revelatory rain
The rain fell gently during the night, leaving behind evocative water droplets, revealing easily missed details in the natural landscape. As you have read here many times before, rain in New Mexico is a spectator sport. Particularly after extended stretches of dry weather, which has been the case in the last couple of weeks. Although the dryness makes for near-perfect early autumn days, there is something about a rainy interlude that makes a moment in time. The way in which rain falls and settles on different leaves and flowers is a simple wonder of nature. Elongated leaves, such as those of a garden iris, provide individuality in each drop.
With their many-petaled construction, roses have room for both tiny water bowls and lines of droplets, as shown in the next four images.
Hosta leaves are photogenic in three seasons before they die back to the ground for winter. Rain that falls onto the curved leaves is shaped into little reflecting pools.
Then there are the spider webs which I encounter on a regular basis while walking through garden, that really shine when it rains.
Finally, lacy Japanese maple leaves carry and shed rain drops quickly.
My thanks to Paule, TTT, Jean & Sam, Catherine, M. Fred, Marilyn G., Barbara F. R., Steve, and Ingrid for your blog input last week!
The autumnal equinox is next Sunday, 22 September, as the amount of daylight becomes increasingly less (by two minutes and 13 seconds today). It provides the absolute best natural light for photography, and with luck, you will be able to take advantage of it as autumn progresses.
until next Monday,
DB
a passion for the image©
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The glorious New Mexico landscape that greeted us last evening made us breath deep and feel very much at home. Today's rain completed the ensemble and today's damp 55 degrees announced fall is around the corner.
The crystalline water droplets are the stars of today's set. The drooping Japanese maple leaves and the white dots in the background are amazing.
Thanks to Tim for his lovely poem.
Morning Rain
She stands there—by the paned window
as cascading rivulets of rain
run the course of their uncharted journey
in complete and beautiful silence
on the other side of the window.
Inside—the patrons remain in awe...
of the lingering lyrical magic
rendered as her sensitive fingers
caressed each element of the instrument
of her passion with assertive precision.
Haunting melodies and whimsical tunes
filled each corner of the receptive chamber
while she performed a symphony of love
on that gray and drizzled day...
and—I will never be the same.
Note after sensuous note took us
on a fairy-tale ride to majestic mountains
sunlit endless beaches of white
and vibrant valleys of brilliant green;
as she played intimate tag with—the morning rain.
©Tim Anderson