In Memoriam: mang M
Dragonfly Resting
“Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr. (1859-1930)
This dragonfly was caught in a sudden downpour and took refuge on a plant not in the rain so he will not get wet.
Dragonfly Resting
“Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sr. (1859-1930)
This dragonfly was caught in a sudden downpour and took refuge on a plant not in the rain so he will not get wet.