On the trace

The more I freelance and meander the fringe, the more at home I feel. My fall back position, joining another newspaper, seems no longer possible. I scarcely want to notice the current of public events, let alone photograph or write about it.

I started a small oil painting of a dragonfly on a twig. It's been years since I've set brush to canvas. The creature is an eastern pondhawk dragonfly, an alpha predator that I photographed while hiking a trail. Its chromium green exoskeleton looks biomechanical, the details of which I won't try to render. I see it more as a luminous sketch, in transient repose. A gleaned gleam.