Sunday, May 29, 2011

Memento Mori on a Pebbled Path

Winged dragonflies live several weeks after an un-winged underwater existence of about two years. It's easy, watching their muscular aerobatics, to forget how short, how brutal their flying life is.

Today I remembered when I nearly stumbled on this single wing (a cicada's?), still attached to blackened shell.

Who this was, I am not certain, but oh winged things, gratitude for the joy you leave behind.


Extra: Re: Taking Stock: I hunted down the mysterious brown dragonfly today. After seeing several zooming males, I happened upon a female, well off the lake path, at the edge of the woods. Aha! Banded Pennant. Welcome!

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