(Erythemus simplicicollis on the rowboat. August 2007)
I braved the heat and humidity today to sit by the pond for a little while, just to see what might turn up. There are all kinds of dragonflies flitting around. The one I’d most like to capture in a photograph is the one I’m least likely to get. I’m not sure what kind of dragonfly it is, but it’s fast and rarely stops or lights upon anything. It’s very large and its colors (as far as I can determine as it flies by in a blur) are black and light blue.
Instead, I settled for this guy because he’s one of those types who flies around pretty much in circles, landing and relanding in the same spots over and over. He happened to pick the oar of the rowboat as a landing spot so I sat in the boat for a while and waited for him to come around.
I think this eastern pondhawk was posing and showing off. He didn’t seem to mind me or the camera.
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
~Dorothea Lange
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