Ice and pebble

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ice, photography, puddle

I love the way ice interacts with its environment in such elegant ways.

Cloudwater

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clouds, photography, puddle, reflections

This puddle wasn’t frozen.

Impressionist arbutus

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arbutus, photography

Before I get back to the ice… I love the contrast between the colours and the grey and the swirling of the shades in the bark of this arbutus.

Ice, ice, ice

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ice, photography, puddles

There’s a reason I love cold, crisp days, and this is it. You’ve no idea how delighted I was when I woke up to find ice on pond and puddles. And sun! I took 163 pictures in a 2-hour walk. I did not take 163 good pictures, but with that many I was almost bound to find some I liked.

I am particularly entranced by frost and ice, so I took quite a few of those subjects. I’ll be posting more over the coming days. These were taken where a seep from a moss meadow runs over sandstone. Lethal to walk on, but oh-so-pretty to photograph.

The Johnny Cash Project

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creativity, interactivity

Even if you don’t like country music in general or Johnny Cash in particular, this is a wonderful example of making use of the opportunities offered by interactivity—with gorgeous, fascinating results.

(Via Making Light)

Sandwich art

You know you want to know what I’m talking about. Really, you do.

Luncheon feathers

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dew, feathers, photography

Is it a shrimp, or some other sea creature, or...?

I found another luncheon stump the other day, where Something had made a meal of Something Feathered.  This time I took closeups of the feathers—it was a dewy, dewy day, and the wee droplets sparkled. This one doesn’t even really look like a feather, but some exotic creature with an extremely complex exoskeleton and a lot of antennae. Or legs. With arthropods it can be hard to tell.

Waterdrops on fir needles

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droplet, water

Just like a string of pearls.

Water puddling on sandstone

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beach, sandstone, water

The other day I was at the beach and the tide was coming in; the waves were very slight, but lapping over the sandstone benches. A tiny wave slid over the lip of these depressions and deposited the first incursion of water—and then the little puddles drew back into themselves instead of simply making the sandstone wet and spreading out. I’m not sure why, but the water tension produced these gemlike drops in the centre of each depression, the biggest a couple of inches across.

Fantasy, Reality, Dreams (part 2)

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computer gaming

… is now online here.