One bright sunny morning I went out to my garden to talk to my tomatoes. Dew covered everything. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something that appeared to be a cluster of diamonds sparkling on the brown earth. Two Dragonfly wings in perfect form, just wings, nothing else. It was as if the body of

 the dragonfly simply vanished. I gathered up my exquisite, unexpected crop, brought them into the studio and painted them into a new way of "being."                                  If I am not I, who will be? ~Thoreau