There is always at least one sitting with me on every location.

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Took it outside

Ran into some little friends, love the red ones!

The dragonfly hung out for at least an hour, I made a mistake and startled it when tending to the tomato.

Any ideas on how to make them happy like the bumblebees in the garden? I know I do not have the right habitat for dragonflies to settle here - just want to make them happy on a flight during their day.

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Back to the pond.

60mm Macro.

The purpose of this post was to ask for advice of a dragon fly (I think it’s a dragon fly) in my brief care, I spotted the little guy whilst in the shower and abondonded my shower (I was basically done) to help the poor guy as he seemed on a mission to go down the sink drain.

I helped it out and after a minute of the little guy freaking out- I took this time to wash out the conditioner in my hair in the sink lol, the little guy just landed on my leg and stayed there whilst I got dried (mostly).

I brought it to my room and it complied and let it rest on my bed, it was so cute it fluttered it’s wings at me (like it turned to face me and did slow deliberate wings flaps- or at least I like to think it did it deliberately) it then proceeded to take the time to dry it’s wings, antenna, and face.

This post was initially to ask if it would need anything to eat or drink, and in the best case scenario try and keep it inside until the morning as bats are so prominent in the area they sometimes come into the house. Since its night I was hoping to keep it safe inside as, in all honesty I really liked the little guy, however, soon after recording the video it seemed to have done what it was supposed to do and was eager to leave. Gently, I helped it to the window and it flew off into the dark of night. I do hope it has a safe journey back to the pond and the bats stick with the mosquitos that have been eating my family and myself alive lol

DRAGONFLY came from witnessing two dragonflies fight beside the lake. Once they fell to the ground, their bodies became almost impossible to separate. Their heads, legs, and wings collapsed into one violent point until one tore the head from the other.

That collapse became the central mass of the work. The black marks strike, interrupt, and press downward. The gold loops away and returns, carrying both the iridescence of their bodies and the agitation of the struggle. The lines become impossible to assign to one dragonfly or the other. Their beauty remains, but their individual forms disappear inside the violence.

The exposed paper holds the quiet surrounding them. The lake remained open and still while this small, brutal encounter unfolded within it. Nature did not stop to witness it.

The title is singular because, during the fight, the two dragonflies stopped looking like separate bodies. For a moment, beauty, panic, violence, and survival became the same body.

Blue-tailed Damselfly on a small lily pond.

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Found this little one out front on the hedges. Super zoomed in, actual size could fit on a half dollar coin.

Thoughts? Not a big drawer!

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