I've never had it so good this year! Spoilt for choice, really! It's bugs galore! This tiny dragonfly went through the entire A-Z Gamut-of-Wings as I clicked away!
And this red/black bug literally screamed at me for this shot!
The first is always special. It's been raining off and on, and this is the first rain lily to bloom.
The combination of rain and wind is a little harsh on petals as delicate as these. But the bugs? Oh, they don't seem to mind at all!
And sometimes, in little puddles created by a sudden rain, one might find a lifeless butterfly floating. But even the dead have company! I saw the fly/bee after the photo was loaded on the computer.
It took me almost a week for this Splendour-in-Rust to get used to my presence. I'm no spring chicken, and to be dragged from leaf to leaf/ sprig to sprig, is no mean feat! (But once there was a time when I was nimble!!!)
But it's all worth-while! Just look at her(?) now!
The Globe Skimmer lands here when I'm clicking away at the Common Picture Wing (below). Recently I'd posted a photo of the male Common Picture Wing. This one is a female--there's more black on its wings.
A tiny blue dragonfly.
This red one was the most elusive.
Perched on a sunflower stalk, this one looks like it's gulping down the last morsel of grub!
Pink Ixora ready to burst.
It's not rare to find dragonflis either hurt or near-dead around this time. This beautifully-hued one could barely fly.
This is only the start of the parade. There are so many other varieties/hues to come and I'm very much looking forward to shooting them for posterity. Who knows what tomorrow will bring....!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau