A dragonfly prepares for takeoff between flights. He makes sure that all fuel lines are disconnected, landing gear is prepped, and wings are warmed up. Once he's ready, or when he spots prey, he'll take off with a dizzying blast of movement, setting forth like a bullet fired from a gun.
My grandmother loves sunflowers. I remember when I was a kid, and she had this one taller than I was. Whenever we would visit her, I'd go out and ask if I could pick the seeds yet. At the time, it seemed like it was ten feet tall, though it was probably more around 4-6 feet. It's hard to say, with the persistence of memory. I can say it was nearly a foot to a foot in a half in diameter, though, not counting petals! I actually found these specimens on the side of the highway. Awards and Recognition: roguemark Gallery October 2014 Wake Med Reflections Gallery - January 2015 through April 2015
Shot from my childhood home as I stood in the front yard. The sky was a pale yellow and the clouds a haunting, mournful blue as the sun set for the night. The dead of winter gave the trees a skeletal appearance, and a long exposure gave the sky a general feeling of urgency. Awards and Recognition: roguemark Gallery October 2014
