They predict grey and rainy for Cincinnati’s March 1st. Dismal winters accentuated by a landscape dominated by drab deciduous trees is part of life here. One of the reasons I have been drawn to luminous light capturing and light channeling glass during my daily image exercises.
Today is the fourth day of suffocating, sunless skies. And, so, into my archive to pull something beautiful reminding me that somewhere in the world today, there is light and color and warmth.
Sometimes I’m astonished at how long it takes me to research a curiosity. That’s how it’s been with dragonflies. They are graceful, strange, exotic, wierd and everywhere. Jewelry. Paintings. Graphics. I have always regretted not buying a beautiful embroidered, sheer curtain fabric I saw years ago. There was something magical about it.
Dragonflies have inhabited the planet for over 3 million years. Myths have it that dragonflies were once dragons. They are said to symbolize a number of qualities: maturity and depth of character, power and poise, defeat of self-created illusions, focus on living “in” the moment, and the opening of one’s eyes. My curiosity appeased, I’m back to where I started. Though they symbolize much more, I am still content to focus on their whimsy.