Little Red Dragonfly

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There is something about dragonflies, their lacy wings and the way the flit about. Their needle-like bodies are delicate and varied, in a rainbow of iridescent colours. They are like little fairies, landing on the tall grasses and dancing among the flowers.

It is the only insect I can abide landing on me. One stopped for a rest on my pink jacket while I walked.

There were so many that it was not difficult to capture this one with my phone when it landed on the railing, before it soared away.

The Moth in the Bathtub

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When it came in through the garage, I screeched like it was trying to attack me.

My ten-year-old son tried to save me by swatting at it. He’s my hero.

But it was bedtime, so I said let it be and we’d get it in the morning. Then I forgot about the moth.

This morning, the moth was in the bathtub. Before running for the fly swatter, I stopped for a minute and looked at it. It had a surprisingly pretty pattern on its wings.

First, I captured it with my camera. Then, I captured it with a cup and set it free.

(*Please note: The focus in the photo is deliberately softened to make the moth appear less bug-like; those little legs give me the creeps!)

Wind and Wings

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While staining my back deck, I listen.

I listen to the rushing river sound of the wind in the trees. I listen to the flutter of wings flapping overhead. I listen to the buzzing of the hornets when they get too close.

The knocking of the woodpecker is near. And then she is at the bird house only steps away, feeding her young. I pause and watch, thrilled to be able to see one so close.

This is one moment I don’t capture with my camera, a moment I would miss if I did.