Wingspell
A dragonfly perched on the tip of a thin, vertical stem—wings outstretched like stained glass in a cathedral of air. The background melted into soft blues and greens, probably water and vegetation, though I was too enchanted by the wing patterns to care.
I spotted it mid-hover, just before it landed with the kind of precision that would make a gymnast jealous. I crept closer, trying not to breathe too loud, convinced that one exhale would send it zipping off into the ether. But it stayed. Just long enough. The wings shimmered with dark brown and yellow bands, like nature’s own branding.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.
Wingspell
A dragonfly perched on the tip of a thin, vertical stem—wings outstretched like stained glass in a cathedral of air. The background melted into soft blues and greens, probably water and vegetation, though I was too enchanted by the wing patterns to care.
I spotted it mid-hover, just before it landed with the kind of precision that would make a gymnast jealous. I crept closer, trying not to breathe too loud, convinced that one exhale would send it zipping off into the ether. But it stayed. Just long enough. The wings shimmered with dark brown and yellow bands, like nature’s own branding.
My latest photography is now available for purchase at crsimages.pixels.com/, featuring prints, framed art, and more from my curated collections.