Dragon flies eluded me all afternoon -- lighting just out of reach in too bright sun and dark shadow,
landing briefly on my shirt and then lifting off, soaring above my head to a high branch, floating across the creek in Abbo's Alley.
But the shadow of one dragon fly on a leaf's sunny side, halfway up my own street, made the frustrations of lost shots worth the waiting.
landing briefly on my shirt and then lifting off, soaring above my head to a high branch, floating across the creek in Abbo's Alley.
But the shadow of one dragon fly on a leaf's sunny side, halfway up my own street, made the frustrations of lost shots worth the waiting.
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