Friday, April 22, 2011

Puddle Bubbles - Weekend Reflections


The rains have stopped for now ...


But that wasn't the case last week.


All of that wet stuff falling from the sky left huge puddles ...
And bubbly reflections ...


And even some random hearts!

To see reflections from around the world, visit James at "Newtown Area Photo" - and join us for Weekend Reflections!

To see hearts from around the world, visit "Random Hearts'" - and share YOUR heart on Guest Heart Thursday!

16 comments:

  1. Love those bubbles, nice capture.

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  2. the bubbles look like a glass solar system. Wonderful xx

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  3. Cool bubble & reflection shots! =)

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  4. What a heart! & I love the bubble shots! Great reflection :)

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  5. Cool heart! Amazing bubble photography; super nice photos. And perhaps that is you caught inside some bubbles? Sweet.

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  6. How do the hearts always find you Clytie??

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  7. Very nice heart image, and cool bubbles!

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  8. I'm very familiar with puddles like yours! I wasn't fortunate enough to find bubbles, though. Nicely done.

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  9. Beautiful bubbles. Some lovely photos.

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  10. ♥Nice post.) Love your blog.))♥

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  11. those are wonderful bubbles Clytie!

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  12. Awesome hearts! Love them, Clytie

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  13. Your bubbles are magical--so beautiful. Like little worlds floating there. I'm amazed. These fill my eyes, Sissy--oh, yes, they do.

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  14. जिंदगी को समझाना है तो मुज़ को देखो...
    केह गया टूट के... बुल-बुला एक बहते बहते.....

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  15. Bubbles glide across the pond size puddle at my front stoop. This mystery delights me as I rise with the day, not yet out of the darkness of sleep. The realist in me knows these bubbles come from detergent poured from a paint prep bucket when the sidewalk was dry. The Gothic spirit of my long dead grandmother wants them to be the souls of dead spirits buried in the front yard. But the smile that fills my cheeks and lifts my lips knows that they are bubbles.

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