Good Grief 226

I was curious today, as I walked, about all the things not seen.
That was what prompted this shot. I wanted to capture the dew drops and ice melt drops, but not just the reflected bright silvery ones like these. I wanted to capture that sense of how a minute shift potentially opens out a completely new aspect of the same thing. The think you always think looks like this, suddenly looks like, this. Goodness knows why. I think it was to do with talking about spectrums ... and dichotomous thinking. I was thinking about how that polarisation can lead to the despair of my previous blips and then the swing back can be just as unnerving and it creates a kind of oscillating pressure and panic fills the space in between.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm getting pretty anxious about next week.