Another Failed Attempt to Freeze a Raindrop

We had another terrific thunderstorm last night, complete with the brim and brew of rushing cloud and pounding rain. My husband laughed at me because I saw fit during this particular storm to attempt to photograph that instant the rain hits the puddle and creates a fantastic, though miniature explosion.

I sat on out front porch among the rain with my digital camera tightly wrapped up in a plastic grocery bag. You can’t aim or focus the camera very well in this state, so I snapped away and hoped for the best. It’s not a big deal really. Even if I could aim and focus, they probably would have turned out the same.

The odd thing is that I am not a photographer. I have never really relished taking pictures of things. As a matter of fact, I have probably missed taking pictures of half my kids’ important events because I was too busy experiencing them to think to pick up a camera. I only take pictures for this blog because I don’t know how to convey my garden out to the ether of the internet otherwise. Plus, I am a marketer by trade. I know what a picture can do that a thousand words cannot. Now, if are talking about 3 – 5 words, placed just right in the correct font, that is an entirely different matter. But, for the most part, on the internet, a picture beats a thousand words every time.

Back to the raindrop. For some reason, I have tried for a very long time to take a picture of a raindrop. It is a portrait of nature that I want to posses, to say that I did. Look there. I froze that in time. I don’t know why. I just do. Like someone wanting to climb Mt. Everest, except not as dangerous to life and limb. Though, I suppose it might be if I keep trying this during lightening storms.

I got a few interesting shots but not a single clear picture of the explosion of a raindrop. I did get thoroughly wet though. That was the part my husband found to be very funny. Me, looking like a half-drowned cat, fussing over what appeared to the unknowing to be a crumpled plastic bag while torrents of rain fell down.

My husband later remarked when he saw the shots I was able to get that they looked to him like I was trying to capture a bug’s eye view of my container garden. I had to agree.