Today I was astonished.
At least twenty feet from the water -- over mud and dirt and stones and rocks, up a hill, and under a tree -- a Common Baskettail scuttled and then latched onto a grass stem to begin the arduous, tenuous task of becoming an adult.
No wonder, I thought, these insects have lived for millions of years, and I watched, and watched, and watched.
the dragonfly is in the first row of grass below the tree