Playing in puddles

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Playing in puddles

Remember when we used to run and jump in puddles instead of carefully walking around them… fortunately, the raindrops have never grown up and got so dull…

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I love the colors and textures in this one.

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poietes

04/05/2013 at 11:31 am

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- Thanks – I love shooting in the rain and shooting rain. But it’s almost always accompanied by my darling husband’s wails and protests that I’m going to get my camera wet and my lenses will mold and rust and and and… sorta takes the joy out of it…
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  05/05/2013 at 10:34 am
  
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  - That’s really too bad because you take wonderful foul weather shots.
    
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    poietes
    
    06/05/2013 at 3:56 am
  - Yeah, I’ll keep at it. And so will he…
    
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    Titirangi Storyteller
    
    07/05/2013 at 2:55 pm

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