Day 10:27 am
Spring Rain brings forth so much beauty. You can feel the air getting warmer,
and so can all of the creatures of the earth.
But the spring rain continues to fall, and on everything, rinsing away the dirt until it finds the beauty of the smallest things, such as the tip of a tree limb.
And the reflections made by the volumes of water sometimes seem more real than the actual surface of what they are on. Even though I love the change of seasons here in the north, Spring is my least favorite. I think it might be the dampness that gets to me, or the mud that is everywhere. But at least I can see the beauty of spring rain. For that I am thankful.
Because the surface tension of the water of this raindrop is convex, the reflected image appears upside down. I was really quite amazed after the painting was finished. What I saw in the reverse painting on glass was the reflection of a church with what looked like an angel floating around the side of it. But when I took a close look at the spring rain photograph, it was the scene of a town street with no church in sight. Maybe my thought while painting were too deep. I got immersed in the spring rain and ought to go dry off.