OmegaDad was painting the trim on the villa/chicken coop/shed/greenhouse. I was watching him up on the ladder whittling away at an old nail that was sticking out of the trim beneath the roof. Something on one of the beams caught my eye, so I switched my attention…it was a dragonfly, happily sunning itself right at eye level.
I, of course, didn’t have my camera.
So, sending a quiet prayer up to the Kozmik All, I dashed across the yard, up the stairs to the kitchen, grabbed the camera, and came back.
The dragonfly was still there:
And then, as I was fiddling with my macro settings, worried that my original picture was fuzzy, he flew off, straight into my face. Which, of course, resulted in a high-pitched squeak from me, which resulted in an alarmed “WHAT WAS THAT?!” from my husband, which required a certain amount of conversation to reassure him that all was well.