9 bilder som bevisar att vattendroppar i sin enkelhet kan bli otroliga konstverk.

Wanted to post a snowflake shot, but it seems to have melted ❄️ ❄️ #RU_Xmas #aravish2o #tvc_np_black #wow_america #myweekofbestof2015 #ir_lifetime #gotd_1025 #pure_bestphoto

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Dec 27, 2015 kl. 12:03 PST

I have been itching to join in with the wonderfully clever tag from @meandering_mari #meanderingtrees but I have not had any time, so this morning it was the very first thing I did, after my morning coffee that is #aravish2o #gmfm_0255 #ptk_minimal_drinks #jj_forum_1424 #all_colorshots #we_bestof2015 #jj_forum_1427 #insta_themedshots_05

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Dec 12, 2015 kl. 2:02 PST

#7vignettes want a pool party today, but when I arrived everyone had gone @interiorsaddict @domayne_australia

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Nov 2, 2015 kl. 1:54 PST

Wet leaves #hp_burgundy #ptk_minimal_red_2

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Okt 28, 2015 kl. 2:05 PDT

”Cheers” #RU_Water #aravish2o #rebelsunitedoct2015potd #pure_bestphoto

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Okt 4, 2015 kl. 12:02 PDT

The mayfly battles through the meniscus of the water where it has undergone the metamorphosis from larvae to lace winged beauty, with only one task to perform, to find a partner and reproduce, they hatch without mouths, they will be dead by the end of the day and have no time to eat, their task performed the cycle starts again. With tiny eggs laid into the water. ”Water” for todays rebels

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Aug 29, 2015 kl. 3:56 PDT

Stalking the watery beastie

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Sep 24, 2014 kl. 11:47 PDT

Number 5 in my coloured eggs series for @mom_hub colour me Mondays ”yellow” #mom_hub630

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Jul 6, 2015 kl. 2:12 PDT

@jjcommunity wants to know the ”details” of how we create our images, as you might know I have a ”no edit no filter” rule so no apps. I don’t like electric light, so most of my pictures are taken under a large north facing window, back grounds are important to me, I use coloured cards, coloured plastic or acetate for ”wet” shots, I use paint a lot and just the ordinary objects around the house. The shoots and leaves in this picture were drawn using a syringe of water. When it comes to the actual photography bit it’s a bit limited, I don’t even own a camera just my old I-phone 4.

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Maj 8, 2015 kl. 9:31 PDT

So here is the spoon I talked about last week, I am not embarrassed by how shonky it looks, I am however, a little embarrassed by how long it took. whilst i was scraping away I was told by more than one person that i could buy one from Tesco for about 50p, so let me try to articulate the reason for wasting so much time that could have been better spent watching telly or staring at my i-phone. Somewhere in the rainforest a nut drops through the canopy and lands in the soft leaf-mould below, time passes and roots reach out, a shoot starts to make its way toward the dappled green sunlight, an so the story begins. A mighty hardwood grows, vines twine around it, animals make their home in it and eventually a man comes and paints a large mark on it. The machines come and with an echoing crash a hundred tons of timber hit the ground. it is sawn and transported, it will become garden furniture, and decking, the narrow strips of waste wood are sent to the quarry where workers nail them together, reinforcing the joints with strips of reclaimed tin, to make rustic packing cases. Beautiful slabs of sandstone are stacked into the cases, and the lids are nailed on, among many, two of these cases spend the next ten weeks on a cargo ship, from India to England. Eventually after sitting in a stone merchants yard for half a year in the English rain, the stone is bought, carefully unpacked at a country farmhouse and skilfully laid, it may lay there for the next hundred years, the cases are taken away and sawn apart, the strips are cut and stacked in the old log store, eventually they will be burned, bringing the heat of the Indian forest to a damp English winter evening. Now that would be the end of the story, except that i want the story to continue with hot soups being stirred and served around that fire, and maybe, next autumn with the wood being dyed purple, as i stir a pan of bubbling blackberry jam, so one strip is saved, and the story continues. #bestof2015_nio

Ett foto publicerat av aravisdolmenna (@aravisdolmenna) Dec 31, 2015 kl. 4:51 PST