The surf is still wild here, the after affects of the storms that have been pounding us. I couldn't resist some play time in the surf, and evidently neither could a large dragonfly I spotted at the edge of the waves--with unfortunate results. He was lying upside down, his four wings plastered against the wet sand. I picked him up, and folded him into my towel to take him home, where I thought I would put him in a bowl where I keep other unfortunates: a butterfly frozen in flight, somehow, years ago, some shells, and a few bits of old porcelain, covered with the faded tracery of a flowering vine. On the way home, I found a gorgeous bird's nest made almost entirely of mud--looking much like a pot that was ready to go into a kiln. Quite a haul for the day.