This concept may be the product of a fevered brain, since it arrived when I was sick a few weeks ago, but it won’t let me go. So I’m the woman traipsing around the city photographing puddles. I share a puddle fascination with my grand kidlets, although they don’t want to take photos: they want to stomp in them or ride their bikes backwards and forwards through them, splash splash, splash splash.
Warsaw in puddles
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So the puddle fetish hasn’t gone away? I have some beautiful shiny new rain boots I will bring in September so we can stomp.
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What? One boot each?
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I will never look at puddles in the same way having seen these beauties. The lesson: look down, look up, as well as straight ahead and around. F stomping in her shiny rain boots will be a sight to behold.
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I don’t think they’ll end up coming. Her determination is cabin luggage only. A pity – although we do have our imaginations.
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Ah well, the thought that they might come and the fun you would all have were nice while they lasted. Perhaps F will send you a photo of herself stomping in those shiny boots in an Australian puddle.
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Nothing like a good puddle reflection….but I don’t seem to find good ones……must try harder! 😀
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These aren’t the images of my dreams either, but I needed to clear them.
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Well, that’s two of us then! Need to try harder!!😀
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Yup. Definitely a crazy puddle lady. Don’t worry it will pass…
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I was reading an article on photography just after I wrote this post. He was talking about the necessity of eccentricity for photographers, and photographing puddles was his example. I felt that my eccentricity was compromised!
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Absolutely! How very dare he! 🙂
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It will pass once summer arrives, but meanwhile why not? 🙂
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I was hoping to be downtown after rain with marble paving puddles to reflect the gracious building, but that didn’t happen … yet. Reminds me of my dad’s eternal search for a sunset, a green hill and sheep!
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Are you still not well, Meg? I have a fine collection of puddle shots too. Why waste a rainy day? 🙂 We walked on a very drizzly day last Monday and i got some lovely pussy willows covered in ‘droplets’. Happy weekend, hon! Hope you’re feeling much better.
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I want fine puddles and pussy willows with droplets! (And good health, of course.)
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Posting the droplets in the next 5/10 🙂 🙂
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Or you can have immediate catkin tassles 🙂 🙂
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That too!
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I love them Meg. Shows both the drizzly, grey days and yet I can see the slight tinge of green on the branches. My favourite is the 6th one with those legs just sneaking into the top corner.
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I’m always on the lookout for a good puddle reflection too! I hope you’re feeling better now and enjoying your time in Warsaw.
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Ican see why you are photographing them. The image are lovely.
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