Quintet

A one-hour venture to Lake Cheston at about 9 this morning in spitting rain making 60 degrees feel like 50 and as soon as I step down into the curve of the dam, there they are: a quintet of dragonflies in various stages of emergence.

Friends were also there -- one on a laptop under the trees, the other in a boat.  Come see, I urged, and they did, and we enjoyed the music of their unfolding.

I hope they later found that sliver of afternoon sun!