2011 Streak Day 150/365: Surface tension

2011 Streak Day 150/365: Walk - 3 miles, Time - 1hr, Weather - grey clouds gathering before afternoon rain.

I took this photo after the rain started. There was a simple reason: on the walk, when I was about to photograph a moorhen on its nest I discovered I had left the memory card in the computer. I stood, feeling stupid, for a few moments and then walked on. That's another thing I have to always remember!

It didn't matter because I had half-thought of waiting for the rain to take a picture of the way drops form on leaves or a well waxed car. I love the way the water is held by its surface tension, in different shapes and sizes.

I am reminded of this poem by Philip Gross:

Pour

  Call it connecting  

one moment with another:  

   water- 

in-the-glass with water-in-the-jug, 

two bodies of water 

   and between, 

this slick and fluted glitter, 

    slightly 

arcing, rebraiding itself as it falls, 

as for tangible 

  seconds it’s a thin 

taut string of surface tension 

that my hand feels, on the handle, 

as a pulse, a pull, 

   a thing 

in space, that lives in this world 

like us, with purpose 

   though not one 

least particle is constant, knows 

its place, could account 

   or be held 

to account for what it is or does