Digging through a bushel box of photographs can be a lot like panning for gold. The fact that they never made it into an album means that there is a lot of gravel to pick through to find the nuggets.
I found a few nice nuggets.
Whitney accuses me of being obsessed with odonates. That is inaccurate. I simply worship the air through which they fly and the twigs whereon they perch. I love odonates. So sue me.
This picture, however, is proof positive that I am not alone in my obsession strong interest in odes. As early as eight years of age, Whitney began to show signs of strong interest in odonates. Now, when she mocks me, I can just send her a link to this and tell her to shut her piehole.
In other words, let she who is not fascinated by emergent odonates cast the first stone.
I tell you, a G. graslinellus (Pronghorn Clubtail) is pretty cool this far north.
Respectfully submitted,
Canoelover