My heart leaps up when I behold...

For Wordsworth, it was a rainbow. I find small moments when a trick of light enhances the color in the world, and my heart is suddenly lifted with delight. Here's one -- go figure. I guess it's good to be delighted by simple things.

Then there's the Dracula's Shadow iris, with and without flash (in sunlight):

Coming soon: Summer Plastics 2007