What can I say about dew drops? Well, I grew up being called "Gemma-Dew-Drop" by my dad, so they're especially special to me.

I'm a bit of a sentimentalist too... shocking! 

But really, how can you go past these delicate, shimmery beauties as they cling to whimsical webs and grasses in the early morning mist of the paddocks?!

I feel pretty lucky to be able to pull on a pair of boots and head out with my camera on mornings like this, when you can tell there's something special in the air - light that HANGS.

All these photos were taken in the paddock on the way down the hill from our honey shed, to the drinking dam, where we pump our water from.