poseur?

Looks like a wasp. Audubon guide argues it’s a thick-headed fly.

the blood runs cold.

“The horsemen rose out of the mist, and in their sheaths they carried death. And in their satchels, they carried fear.” The Trypannids, Part 4, Verse 24.

muddy waters …

Each time heavy rains fall, my favorite little stream runs brown. I stop at this rambling creek on my way home from university almost every day. There’s a small, bluish rope swing in the center of the image, a swing I’ve posted a few times before. This is an extraordinarily peaceful spot. I will often just park and amble back and forth along the road, even in winter.

We all, I think, have such small, seemingly innocuous places in which we find magic. This is one of mine.