He tore downstream but we avoided the weeds, got to enjoy pure awe.

Waiting for a train, feeling near as faded as a heron in smoke.

The sky is tinted with orange, burnt fir needles decorate the ground.

A handsome blue-eyed fellow posing in the sun, perhaps a-courting.

Boreal bluet in hand, soon to fly away, rejoin his pond life.

Quiet in Lolo, skippers and wood nymphs sometimes resting on lupine.

Spreadwing damselflies, tandem flexibility, next generation.

Late season spreadwing in her emerald glory still gracing marshlands.

A peckish house finch, wary of anyone who might disrupt snacking.

On Mercer Slough trail, western pondhawk takes a break from his patrolling.

She’s not from Oz but close to Emerald City, casting green aura.

Along Mercer Slough, offices quiet, blue-eyed darners quite active.

We sat near their nest, parents good at catching snacks for insistent chicks.

Along the trail, lots of busy-ness, bees at work, damselflies at play.

Tiny and mitey, tule bluet’s passenger, present for a mate?

They embody the green of the heart, always glad to catch a glimpse of awe.

Tucked under the bank of the Big Flat ditch, spreadwings make their rendezvous.

Pacific forktails, often outnumbered, gems in the deep marshland grass.

Lyre-tipped spreadwing with sunlit embers, in awe of their fierceheartedness.

Glad to share their perch, perhaps one will point the way, this band of brothers.

Down low in the grass, she’s pugnacious by the pond, strongly so herself.

In the pondside brush the sedge sprites find their home range, gracing us with awe.

Coots getting bigger, ‘Rents still a bit nervous, a big world to explore.

The wild onions in the underforest, little fairies, good witches.

Finding a spot off the beaten path, the tandem bluet blueting.

I think she’s a bit peckish, someone is blocking her view to a snack.

As if to say, hey I am most awesome, female dot-tailed whiteface here.

Common green darners making sure eggs are safely tucked in until hatch.

Hello small brother, glad you accept a warm perch as you find your wings.

Pacific forktail enjoying a sunny day along the Clark Fork.