Situated on the tripod, my Nikon aims toward a stick leaning toward the other side of the pond while the cat tails stand over it watching ripples on the water. Once a dragonfly lands and remains there for any length of time, it will return as will others. I must be ready, constantly watching. That is my strategy on capturing one digitally.
The humid air invites mosquitoes to the alter of human skin and a choir of birds from black jack oak tree sing evening songs. A frog croaks from somewhere along the waters edge but I cannot see it. Mickey Dog sniffs the path around the pond and I await for his full circle to my side where he will wait and possibly wade into the mucky water.
Dragonflies. Constant movement. But for a few seconds, one stops by for a pose.