On our recent trip to Big Sur, most of our time there was spent inside reading while the fog stayed close to shore and blocked our view of just about everything.  One of these mornings I became obsessed with the dewdrops, and walked all over the place trying to capture their sparkle.

On one part of a trail that went through a small grove of redwoods, I stood still and listened to the water drops plopping down on other leaves, branches and the ground.  I realized then that that is one of the most serene and beautiful sounds on the planet.

I loved the way the dewdrops clung to leaves, vines, flowers, branches and stems.

And I loved how pearly and white they looked in certain kinds of light.

"Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it."  ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow