‘Twas sitting on a steel bench at Lardner’s Point along the Delaware River in Philadelphia, watching the river flow and waiting for the moon to show. Prior to that, chasing dragonflies filled the void, as well as taking pictures of birds and butterflies. A few shots of the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge were included too.
Ever try to photograph dragonflies in flight? It isn’t easy. The insects’ compound eyes capture any movement of the camera and lens, causing the arthropod to reverse course, zigzagging in mid-air, as if they were trying to avoid having their photo snapped. It’s quite frustrating. The following are a few of the many attempts made:
Not too bad, if I do say so myself; although, the pictures are rather small. It’s a lot easier to zoom in on them when the bugger is standing still:
Funny how the dragonfly appears to be always smiling. Even though several years of their lives are spent as nymphs, living in fresh water, adults fly about for only a few days or weeks once they get their wings, during which time they must find a mate and procreate before dying.
That’s not a very happy existence in my humble opinion, which would definitely cause me to be frowning. Perhaps that’s why they are constantly biz-whipping around at full speed, trying to capture as much freedom and flight time as possible before kicking off.
A piece of driftwood caught my attention on the shoreline south of the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge. It was low tide and a good portion of the riverbed was exposed. Take a look and see what you think it resembles:
Looks to me like a baby elephant, carved by the ebb and flow of the river. Here’s a closer look:
Found Elmo on the riverbank too. Wonder how he got there from Sesame Street. Isn’t nature mysterious?
Getting back to my lazin’ on the north side of the Tacony-Palmyra Bridge, watching the river flow and waiting for the moon to appear as evening approached, I occupied my time by people-watching, those of whom passed by along the trail; many were walking their dogs.
Strangely, none of the dozen or so individuals made eye contact with me, staring blankly ahead of themselves as they walked. Surely they saw me sitting there. It would have been nice to be acknowledged with a friendly nod, smile, or—God forbid—by their even saying, “Hello.”
I sensed they were watching with their peripheral vision. That makes me wonder, why is that? Maybe it’s because I was wearing a NY Yankees cap. My Phillies cap is in the wash like the team is at this point. Nah, that can’t be it. Had I been wearing a Mets’ cap, then it would have made sense.
Is it because my hair is getting rather long and was unkempt from sweat and the breeze that was blowing? Perhaps they thought I was going to panhandle. Nay again; I wasn’t dressed like a bum. My camera equipment alone is worth close to two grand. Not many vagrants are photographers; although, I’ve seen some with cell-phone cameras. Everyone has them.
It’s just something that makes me go, “Hmmmmmmm,” or “WTF?” At least those who passed me by today weren’t staring at their blasted smartphones, but they were gazing listlessly nonetheless.
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