Gossamer threads

Jason // July 21 // 3 Comments

Swirling on the gossamer threads of warming air the Devil’s Needle weaves a pied piper tune that hangs like a gallows over the pool.

Dragon flight shimmers aloft at last, Years of mud and dank aromas left far behind.

Stitching together the tapesty of earth time, Odonata harries and parries through the dog days of summer.

Skrying a future myth from the steel brushed surface where Jenny gnashes her Green Teeth.

A slumber of flies die in her Dragonfly grasp, as a darkness of verdant Oaks beat time on their trunks.

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  • Beautiful, heartfelt words weaving a tapestry around our amazing dragonflies. Thanks please continue to add your words to your great pictures

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    About the Author Jason

    Jason follows his lifelong vocation as a countryside photographer who tries to catch the spirit of the places he visits. After decades working as a professional editorial photographer he now focuses much of his time on conceptual fine art photography, visual storytelling and in aiding others to follow their creative calling.

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