Iced Puddle 2

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Objects thrown randomly please my eyes.

Puddle 3

Even during this hot summer, there are puddles at the bottom of slopes. This is all so transient. I appreciate the contrast of the muddy rim, the muddy water and the clarity of the reflection of the leaves. Everything is changing.  If I walk round the puddle, from another angle I see nothing.  In the photograph, when it is enlarged, the puddle water has all kinds of mauve colours in it. The camera picks up more than my eyes. Or has a different interpretation.

Puddle 2

 

Puddle 1

Puddle and Leaves 2

There are leaves at the bottom of the puddle, and leaves floating on the surface, and the reflections of the silver birches.  The bright blue sky and its clouds have turned a purple tinged  deep blue in the reflection against which the orange-yellow of the specked leaves and the pale backs of the leaves shine out The silver birches on the other side of the road are reflected beneath the surface leaves. The shapes are like sycamore leaves but very small, perhaps they are maples – my books about trees are out in the Tardis, and the night is wet and cold. The tree with the dark reflection has shed them and the puddle has picked them up. Aha, I think I see a sycamore key in the puddle!

Puddle and Leaves1

Have to try and capture any fine weather this October, as it has been raining and raining; but when it stops, the world looks rinsed. Walking back from the Hirsel I liked the fallen leaves of the silver birches above the reflection of the trees, and chased these images in puddles all along the road, when enough light was shining on the water to give the feeling of depth in these few centimetres of muddy water.

October Puddle

Out walking, negotiating the mud (it has been raining non-stop for hour, only stopping briefly this afternoon) I ignored the state of my boots for a moment and looked into the reflection of the murky water, and thought that even puddles can look pretty at times.

Self as Shadow: Puddle and Little White Feathers