A man was producing large bubbles over a warm water stream in which children played. The children appeared fascinated with the stream and with the bubbles. The parents were clearly fascinated with their children and seemed to ignore the bubbles.

Bubbles were moved by air rather than by gravity. The small stream of warm water was pulled downhill toward the right by gravity. The bubbles floated upstream to the left carried by a slight breeze. A few children followed the bubble upstream, their minds pulled by imagination.

Bubbles of all sizes were carried upstream along a wall by a slight breeze from the sea. One boy watched the bubbles approach but was oblivious to the bubbles overhead.

Two bubbles were married together and floated almost right against a stone wall. If one burst would the other burst too? Or would a survivor become a widow bubble?

Bubbles floated over a stream for the enjoyment of those present. Beyond the stream and bubbles were the crowds of folk that formed the Kite Festival.

A bubble appeared to be rising over the bluff behind two people that were unaware if its approach. Actually, after this shot was taken, the bubble was burst by a blade of grass.

A boy jumped and reached to touch a monster bubble. Although the boy appears to be touching the bubble, he is actually not quite there yet. After this shot was taken, he succeeded in touching and bursting the bubble.

A man with two sticks and a rope had just made several large bubbles that floated over the heads of the children. Even one adult was motivated to reach out to touch a bubble.

A bubble floated downward and in toward the rocks. It faced its inevitable doom: to be burst by sand, or a stick, or grass or the rocks. The life of a bubble (although it can bring happiness) is a tragic one.