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MORE rain means MORE reflections. MORE reflections means MORE photographs of things in puddles.

Here are a few buildings and a 4WD down on Hobart's waterfront the other morning.

Comments

Roddy said…
Was your puddle caused by the recent rains or as a result of the extremely high tides of late?
Ann said…
That's a brilliant reflection. Its summer in Sydney today.
yamini said…
Nice after-rain photograph.
We also are waiting for more rains here in Delhi.

And, we are also waiting for more photographs from Ezra's birthday party. :-))
Priyanka Khot said…
Did you jump in the puddle... I am dying to do something of the sort.. but the rain gods are not gracious enough with the droplets this year.. sigh!
Sue said…
Love the picture. Envy you the rain.
We had a sprinkle here today but that is all. Keep waiting...and hoping. Just want the dams to fill for summer.
KL said…
awesome composition.
Kris McCracken said…
Ann, there's snow on the mountain today.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I am starting to tire of rainy and cold days.
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, not in these shoes!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, we've had nothing BUT rain of late.
Gabor said…
Cracker of a shot. I few years ago, while in Hobart, on this very street, we met a guy in his late 40's/early 50's and had moved down from Melbourne over 20 years ago. He runs a furniture shop.

We told him we had just driven in from Strahan and he said he had never quite made it to the West Coast for a visit. It is a 4 hr drive.

That astounds me. It really does.
Kris McCracken said…
Gabor, people can be odd. Many Tasmanians have never visited the West Coast, which is a shame because it has some lovely spots. That said, there are still those who have barely left their own town!

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