#58 - Raindrops on Oak Leaves

Another rainy walk in The Park with the Perfect Leaves. I don't know why but the matt underside of oak leaves seem to hold raindrops so wonderfully - they make me think of what Wendell Berry wrote, "...I see that the life of this place is always emerging beyond expectation or prediction or typicality, that it is unique, given to the world minute by minute, only once, never to be repeated..." The leaves lie on the grass holding the raindrops in perfect little globes of silver, then the wind flicks them over, or the rain falls more heavily, or I tread on them and the picture is gone. Every unspoilt glimpse is a gift.