pondering words and pictures on a Wednesday morning

family swim across Stump Pond, August 2010

Remembering this snapshot while pondering these words:

"Swimming in a pond in ninety-degree weather is pure bliss...I like to get into an inner tube and float quietly along the edge of the pond at frog eye level. You can see the most amazing things that way. Once I was watching dragonflies laying eggs on the leaves of grasses sticking out of the water. I pointed my finger up out of the water. Sure enough a dragonfly settled down and laid an egg on it."

-- excerpt from The Pond Lovers by Gene Logsdon, quoting David Kline in

Scratching the Woodchuck: Nature on an Amish Farm