Annie Beagle and I have been "going walkies" again, since the heat of the so called "dog days" has been broken, at least temporarily, by a series of late summer thunderstorms. It has been humid but bearable, just barely. I become an exile from the out of doors when the heat of the Oklahoma summer reaches its peak. I stay inside, pray to the great god Carrier, and prostrate myself on the couch next to the A/C vent. Annie is even less heat tolerant than I—she is not the dog for a dog day. But eventually, we both develop cabin fever. Well, it stormed last night, and rained today, and the world was fresh and new—humid, but fresh and new. And green. Green, shaggy, and unmowed, in the case of my own front lawn. As we strolled and sniffed our way along the University of Tulsa's manicured lawns, we encountered a swarm of dragonflies performing aerial acrobatics next to a hedge. I greatly admire Jim McCulloch's amazing pictures of flying insects, birds, and other wildlife that he posts at Stone Bridge ,I had my dcam, I thought what the hell and twirled about in a clumsy no doubt crazy-looking dervish dance snapping away like Dick Cheney shootin' quail. You see the cropped and tweaked results above.
