day softens into night and back again.
fall is just about here, which means it is warm enough to sit outside all day, but also cool enough to do so. night falls early and confuses you. you blink twice and the skies are darkening.
yesterday was a friend's house in the country with 3 dogs, one gone totally blind in her old age, but who nevertheless rolled in the happy spot of sunshine she followed around the yard. it was a lot of talk about art and photography and new orleans, and it was walking barefoot to get more beer from the neighbor down the road. it was water with lemon for me, and it was hours of laughter, and suddenly it was almost night. i'd not meant to stay that long, but there were no mosquitoes, and the afternoon just slipped away.
this dragonfly was waiting to say goodbye, and there was a discussion about taking its picture, the photographer/friend shooting it against the open sky, me wanting the mood of the day in the picture. he thought a bit of background would interfere with the dragonfly's wings, seemed surprised i thought not, seemed surprised i wanted something besides those wings in the picture, but i knew the moment was the picture. funny how that is. i am so much less interested in the exactness and perfection of things, so much more about what the day has to say. i love the out of focusness of that one side of wings, blending into the sky and treetops, summer into fall, day into night, and despite me telling him i would photoshop it soft if needed, i knew i wouldn't need it.
and i didn't.