[Sorry for the late post today -- had an early assignment. --JW]
I didn't set out to photograph damselflies the other day, but I was walking in the Celery Farm, camera in hand, and what should appear but this handsome damselfly, which posed long enough for me to take its picture.
I asked a dragonfly-expert friend to ID them, and she said that the first one is a male ebony jewelwing, and the second one is the female.
(I didn't think it was a coincidence that I encountered the two so close together.)
That was in the morning, and I soon went home and put my camera away.
That afternoon, I walked into the living room, realized that I had left a window open (to photograph Mrs. Squirrel), and went downstairs.
A few minutes later I returned and picked up a cardboard box I had left on the table by the window.
I heard a loud buzzing sound.
I jumped an inch or two, and figured a cicada or something had flown in.
As it turned out, the "something" was an Eastern pondhawk dragonfly, and -- you guessed it -- it paused long enough for me to photograph it.
Patty and I always say we have the niftiest guests drop in to see us.