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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

inside a raindrop...

Macro of rainwater on the edge of the glass table top on my verandah

inside a raindrop
chaos of colour and shape
order of Nature

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7 comments:

Karen said...: What a pretty sparkle!; July 23, 2013 at 1:50 AM
Sylvia K said...: What a great macro shot, Gemma! I love the sparkle! Hope you have a lovely week!; July 23, 2013 at 1:57 AM
Susie Clevenger said...: Love the photo and the poem; July 23, 2013 at 11:50 AM
Unknown said...: Beautiful sparkle!; July 23, 2013 at 4:10 PM
Birgitta said...: Wow! What a great macro!; July 23, 2013 at 10:12 PM
Gattina said...: Very creative shot !; July 23, 2013 at 11:50 PM
Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...: What a lovely macro shot...great idea.; July 24, 2013 at 10:13 AM

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