Look closely and the world looks like a different place. A beautiful flower, incredible. At close range, it is otherworldly.
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon in early September. I’ve become quite keen on macro photography lately, and with the intermittent nature of the showers, it was time to explore the flowers at Meadowlark Gardens in Vienna, Virginia. Raindrops are beautiful when viewed closely, especially when the world around them is refracted and reflected in unpredictable ways.
The garden was not as quiet as I thought it would be. On the Atrium at the garden, a wedding reception was getting under way. My first thought was – well, I wonder what kind of wedding pictures the photographer will be able to take. With a heavy overcast and the rain fairly steady, the wedding party wasn’t spending a lot of time in the beautiful garden. Sometimes, the best laid plans are thrown asunder by water droplets from the sky. Still. A wedding is a celebration, after all. I suppose wedding photographers will have contingency plans for times like this. I am glad I am taking pictures of flowers, raindrops, and dew laden plants and not have to worry about pleasing clients on their wedding day. I wish the newlyweds joy and happiness in their new life. And may their special day be captured in a special way.
Back to the garden. The overcast skies made the colors of the flowers really pop out. It was a feast for the eyes. The colors!
Orange, yellow, pinks, purple, red hues, deeply saturated. The flowers, holding the moisture in their petals. Insects, weighed down by the moisture, slowly drying themselves out in the open air. Each droplet beckoned to be photograph. I felt like a bee, moving from flower, to flower, getting ever closer, looking at a familiar world made even more beautiful by the transient beading of water from the sky.
Closer. Closer still. Until the world around the flowers can be seen reflected in the droplets that hang precariously on a ledge. In an instant, a droplet would separate itself from a leaf, from a petal, the reflection rendered so beautifully being pulled down by the invisible force of gravity. A drip here, a drip there. Beading, elongating, falling. Focus. Focus. Images go in and out of focus as the lens points excitedly to yet another seemingly frozen moment of time. Click. Click. Click. Each drop a picture. Each drop a memory. Nature paused and I was transfixed.