Once upon a time, a very long time ago (going on 20 years, I think) in a land far away, I took a fall down a long, steep set of metal stairs in a castle ruin. It happened in Scotland, and I obviously lived to tell about it, but during the fall I wasn’t sure I would. Even M had thoughts of having to take me home in a body bag. We both agree it seemed to take hours for me to reach the bottom although it was probably a matter of seconds. I miraculously made it to the bottom with almost no injuries (a cut, a missing fingernail, a little mud on my nose).
I was saving this post title for when I finally got around to posting about Acadia National Park and Maine. However, it’s not often that the Muse of Post Titles not only throws me a good title, but she gives me an idea to go with it. I’m not going to look that gift horse in the mouth.
There is some truth to my post title. Prior to researching our trip, I really didn’t know much about Maine other than what I’d read in Stephen King‘s books over the years. (If you’re unfamiliar with Stephen King, he often places his stories and characters in Maine. He is from Maine, and you know what they say about writing what you know.)
The dragonflies have been remarkably cooperative in having their photos taken this year. It’s also possible I’ve gotten better at patiently waiting and watching, looking for their patterns of flight and landings. Either way, I’ve done well this summer in capturing some of the lovely creatures flitting around the pond and meadows.
I picked this series because there is some green in the background, thus meeting the theme requirements (even if it is just a small amount of green).
I’m finding the dragonflies near the pond much easier to capture than the dragonflies and damselflies in the fields and woods. I think that’s because they are more obvious around the pond. The meadow and woodland creatures blend in to their surroundings better and I often don’t see them until I’ve frightened them into taking flight and hiding elsewhere.
The dragonfly above is bleached out by direct sunlight. I think it is a male blue dasher which are pretty common around the pond.
I was lucky and did manage to catch this one out in the field formerly known as the hayfield. I”ve been unable to identify it. Any help will be appreciated.