stillness

Found some stillness today.

These tiny glistening drops are ripe with possibility. I find them tenuous and fleeting, yet holding no sadness for their short presence. I love the quiet stillness of shooting in the rain. The grey dull day comes alive in the presence of their fierce fragility.

Fluid poetry. I have often thought I would love to work with a poet, see what could be captured by a different view and medium, have the works play off each other.