I should have been writing. I am a few hundreds words behind on today’s Camp NaNoWriMo word count quota. But it was an extra hot day, and the plants on the patio needed to be watered. Of course, with water comes dripping droplets that reflect the sun just so, and I was powerless to fight the urge that began to build within me. I had no choice – no choice, I tell you – but to pull out the camera and waste an hour of valuable writing time taking pictures.
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This post is so beautiful, I tweeted it to @HuffPostWomen.
Oh Wow!!! Thank you, Katy. That makes me smile.
That beautiful picture is not a waste of writing time. It’s inspiration. I love it.
Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
Ha! Exactly what I did! Only, I didn’t focus on the droplets, but on the flowers themselves. Such a beautiful way of distracting oneself, though.
I love shooting flowers too but I am really fascinated by water.
Thanks, Julie! I will find the time to thank you properly soon!
Wow, this is a great photo! I love taking pictures of droplets of water, and you definitely captured one at a great moment. Thanks for posting this 🙂
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Thank you! I’m so glad that you like it. I was very pleased with it.
As well you should have been… Can I have your camera? 😛 Hahah!
what a beautiful beautiful photo!
Thank you!
That. Is. Awesome.
And sometimes it’s good to just let your brain go for a while, let it switch gears. For me, that often leads to a fresh spurt of more words. 🙂