The field is still.
The coolness that settled in last night lingers.
And all slumber beneath a heavy blanket of dew.
I love a morning like this--before the grasses start to sing and the trees ring with cicadas.
For what I hope to find is still here, resting in the quiet of the field.
It's almost as if they've been charmed.
9 comments:
Lovely and refreshing post. The photographs really show us the gossamer wings that seem so mystical and fragile. They surely have been charmed.
Glad you are getting a break from the heat.
How can anything that green, beautiful and fragile be called common! Those wings!
Nina--my favorite line from your post:
"before the grasses start to sing."
So poetic.
Those are really beautiful photos.
What a treasure to find your blog. Excellent photos = works of art!
thanks for photos-never seen a cicada but hear them all the time. fascinating world of nature to enjoy, always makes me feel close to the creator to be in nature. lin
They are definitely charmed, by you. Just like we are.
The dragonfly has a very nice color. The rich green blends in perfecly to the grass on which he sits.
Amazing pictures Nina! How do you get so close without your "subjects" flying away? I've never been able to master that.
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