There are many different dragonflies around our dams and pools. Late yesterday I caught this one resting in the last rays of the sun on a granite boulder in the lily pond. It is probably a Blue Skimmer, a slender male, with some brown shading on his wings.
The Dragon-fly 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.