The river at Emmons Preserve barely deserves the name in any season, but by August its spring rush is just a memory…a song sung far away and in a minor key by the trickle of water that flows down rock to rock and moistens an abundant growth of moss. Still it has its alure. One thinks of ferries and elves making the most of deep summer evenings. Indeed the Ebony Jewelwings over dark water, catching the sun flash on their irridescent blue and sometimes green tails could easily be the originals of more than one supernatural dweller in the glades.

Nikon Coolpix P P500 at 23mm equivalent field of view. F3.4 @ 1/60th @ ISO 200. Program with Active D-Lighting. 2) 283mm, f5.5 @ 1/20 @ ISO 200. Close Up mode.

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