A magical morning in dense fog, looking at drops of dew and what one can see inside them.
Before dawn, I saw the rising crescent moon in the overcast sky. As daybreak approached, a thick fog settled over the ridge, highlighting the spare oaks. Dewdrops formed on tiny hairs from every plant. Deer wandered by, browsing. Later the fog disappeared as if never there -- leaving sparkling drops of dew everywhere. Even though it had not rained, the plants still collected a little water.
Looking closely at the drops of dew in the fog, I could see tiny inverted images of the landscape beyond, in every drop. As I kept looking, I seemed to see a tiny creature, swimming about in the drop of dew.
Look closely at the wet grass, the dewdrops. Magic lies within.
This collection contains images of all scales, from landscapes to extreme macros. It resists being broken up into categories. A companion collection shows more images of the mystery creature, perhaps swimming about inside one drop of dew, as well as different ways to focus one's camera.
Carl Cheney points us to a poem by William Blake:
To see the world in a grain of sand
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour...
Auguries of Innocence
© Photography by Dan Quinn