Tuesday, 11 August 2009

Trédaniel plan d'eau, afternoon.

A tiny black damselfly with bright blue trim perches on a tiny five-petalled yellow flower. I observe quite happily that I don't know the precise name of either insect or plant.


Rouchswalwe said...

Sometimes it really is better like that, isn't it, sweet Lucy?

Uncle Lee said...

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.
There is really nothing to be said about it.
It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.
Have a nice day and keep a song in your heart. Best regards, Lee.