The dragonflies are enormous and plentiful this year. I had to try to capture them. I had some iridescent ink that I used on their wings but it didn't photograph very well.
By Alfred Lord Tennyson
Today I saw the dragon-fly
Come from the wells where he did lie.
An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of sapphire mail.
He dried his wings: like gauze they grew;
Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew
A living flash of light he flew.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Saturday, September 08, 2012
Watercolor paint in the HandBook sketchbook. Photo taken with the iPhone 4 camera and a way better photo than in the previous post.