Few things are more delicate, fresh, and lovely than raindrops on petals (roses or otherwise). There’s also a depth to the light that emerges after a storm – a softness and subtlety that brings out the richness of colors more than sunshine ever could.
What a difference a day makes! Yesterday was gray and raw with a much-needed April shower.
Reflections never fail me! I stood out in the rain just long enough to glimpse our budding silver maple in the mirrored puddles. I thought it made a good contrast to yesterday’s brilliant yellow-green sugar maple buds.
Once upon a time, I watched Eddie Rabbit perform this song on Solid Gold:
Well I love a rainy night
I love a rainy night
I love to hear the thunder
Watch the lightning
When it lights up the sky
You know it makes me feel good.
I had a big crush on him around age 10. And I really DO love a rainy night.
I think this is my most successful- or at least my favorite – street photograph. It is part of the North of the 45th Parallel annual Upper Midwest juried exhibition at The Devos Art Museum at Northern Michigan University in Marquette. I had this half-baked idea that I could take a road trip to the U.P. for the opening of the show Friday night. It’s not happening but it sure would be a beautiful drive. Maybe later this summer?
North of the 45th Parallel opens Friday, June 15 at The Devos Art Museum. Through August 5th, 2012.
Some people live in the desert, or on the beach, or in the middle of a tropical jungle. And those folks are probably just fine with their lush, green holidays in the sun. I am not one of those people. I live in Minnesota. And I love snow, especially at Christmas. Needless to say, a December rain really Scrooges my holiday spirit.