I love dragonflies. I love their shimmery colors and the way they dart and zip through the air. Bob found this "mosquito hawk" carcass in our driveway. Even dead, its wings glisten with iridescence. Notice the intricate pattern of the wings, symetrical as panes of a stained glass window. The creativity of our Maker continually astounds me.
Eric joined the high school band's drum line this afternoon. He'll be meeting with them the next two days for orientation. They started him on the marimba, which is like a xylophone on steroids. Then he went to Sonic and had a breakfast burrito and an orange watermelon Sprite.