Fragile beauty
Every year I look forward to the emergence of new dragonflies from my pond. Often, I'm too late to see them and only their old casings, still clinging to a reed, are evidence that they were there at all. From time to time I get lucky, though, and I'm able to witness the magical transformation from soft, vulnerable little being into an adult that can fly away. This one had just flown from a reed into a small Buddleia bush next to the pond, where it stayed for a little while as it continued to dry out. I see this every year, but it's always a privilege.
Fragile beauty
Every year I look forward to the emergence of new dragonflies from my pond. Often, I'm too late to see them and only their old casings, still clinging to a reed, are evidence that they were there at all. From time to time I get lucky, though, and I'm able to witness the magical transformation from soft, vulnerable little being into an adult that can fly away. This one had just flown from a reed into a small Buddleia bush next to the pond, where it stayed for a little while as it continued to dry out. I see this every year, but it's always a privilege.