Reflecting on Raindrops and Bird Poop

Before the frost made the last of my fall flowers fold up their leaves and admit the growing season was over, we had a snowy-rain day. The hollyhocks, still with buds that hadn’t opened,  held little ponds of water in every nook and cranny – perfect little worlds to photograph.


Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.
– John Ruskin –

What do you see in this mirror like raindrop? Doesn’t it remind you of one of those snow globes?

This drop contains part of my house, complete with a folded umbrella on the deck. Of course, the reflection is upside down and reversed left to right, because that is what raindrops do.

I wish I could tell you that I took this photo after reading these directions for taking raindrop photos: Capturing reflections in raindrop macros. But no, I didn’t even know I had captured my house until I looked at the photo on my computer. Then I was curious about what was going on, and some quick research told me that the raindrop acts like a wide angle concave lens with a field of view of about 165 degrees – sort of like a fish eye lens.

With a good part of my house appearing to be inside a single raindrop, I wondered what would happen if a single raindrop the size of my yard fell onto my house. This line of questioning led me to a website called What If? which proceeded to explain a similar, but far more devastating scenario What if a rainstorm dropped all of its water in a single giant drop?

You just have to go to this website – it also answers the age old question – If you went outside and lay down on your back with your mouth open, how long would you have to wait until a bird pooped in it?

It has taken me most of the morning to write this post, what with contemplating how many things I miss seeing when they are right before my eyes (you probably remember the wolf I didn’t see in the  jigsaw puzzle: Looking but not Seeing; and how many things mankind has invented after observing nature at work; and how disgusting it is when a bird poops in your full glass of wine, or on the back of your shirt when you are working in the garden.

What about you – can you stay on task and turn out a post in less time than it takes me to decide what the title is going to be, or do you find yourself mentally wandering off to the store for a new box of crayons so that you can colour every thought in your post differently?

This week’s Photo Challenge is: Mirror

32 thoughts on “Reflecting on Raindrops and Bird Poop

  1. Writing blog posts…sometimes I have something in mind that I want to write about and sometimes I flounder like a fish, flipping from one idea to another. Sometimes I have events in my life which cause me to write, or I may have read something which inspires me, or I just want to share photographs. I have no theme blog, which many do, and wander through various ideas.


    1. I know the feeling. I usually start a post with one idea, and by the end I am miles away from where I started – and feel quite surprised to be there.


    1. No, the reflection was a big surprise. Let’s pretend my eyesight isn’t all that good, okay?
      I don’t know, BRC – it seems the bird poop experiment would be a good excuse to lie out in the hammock and drink beer, or something.


  2. Wow! I love the raindrop reflection and will now be forever looking for a raindrop to snap. If I turn my computer upside down, will I be able to see a proper image of your house? Your posts are definitely worth waiting for and this one’s no exception. So, take your time Margie. Take your time.


  3. I love the photo. We don’t see many rain drops in our neck of the woods. And the peacock poop is something I don’t even what to think about.


    1. Yes, rain is scarce where you are, and I sure wouldn’t want to by nearby if a peacock flew over – or a pigeon for that matter.


    1. Thank you yearstricken. I’m going to post fall photos once the snow gets deeper. I’m trying to hold on to the feel of summer as long as I can.


  4. I love the thought in your blogs. Sometimes I’ll roll something you’ve said over in my mind when I’m working in the garden or peeling apples. As for blog writing, sometimes it goes fast with so many ideas popping in my head. Then there are days that are dry like desert. I try to write ahead of schedule, that gives me plenty of time to stall. Now for heavy thoughts about peacock poop.


    1. I guess we are ‘birds of a feather’ because I often replay your posts in my mind too. I won’t be able to go down the toilet paper aisle without thinking about your fake friends post.


  5. What a great photo! I love photography and enjoy taking photos of things that require no commentary. I want it to simply evoke a feeling or emotion or wonder in the person viewing it. This photo definitely accomplishes that. Now I’m off to play with the macro setting on my camera. Thanks, Margie!


    1. Thanks Cheryl. I’m glad the photo was meaningful for you. I’m afraid I am unable to post a photo without adding a commentary, though heaven knows I’ve tried!
      Have fun with the macro setting!


  6. Very cool photo, and I can tell you ran thru a lotta crayons writing this post… : P

    I can identify. Some posts seem to write themselves, others stall out like a cranky lawn mower after every sentence. And sometimes coming up with a decent title is the biggest challenge of all!

    Ah, well. Carry on, and I like your Halloween motif– jack o’cool!


    1. I wish my posts would write themselves, but they don’t seem to know where they are going, nor where they will end up – any more than I do!


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