Specific.

Specific, or specifics ( more than one ), is a concept I struggle with. After all, the more specific you are the narrower your view of things, the more critical your point of focus becomes and there’s less room for any margin of latitude or error. This afternoon’s little wander became a fine example of the issue. I set off specifically to try and track down some Demoiselles or Damselflies which I knew would inhabit the margins of the river down by the mill on a warm, sunny afternoon such as this. Well, all I can say is that it was a lovely afternoon for wandering about along the bank of the river watching the world go by. Demoiselles and Damselflies were not in abundance, and, as yet, there was no sign at all of any Dragonflies. Not that I have much success with those either, they’re just manic creatures, prehistoric but amazingly beautiful and deceptively delicate, incredible flying machines of the natural world flitting here and there at an incredible pace but never, it seems, settling long enough to enable me to photograph them successfully. Those creatures that I did find this afternoon were incredible to observe, as a child they frightened the life out of me, nowadays they intrigue and delight me , watching them flit from leaf to leaf in the sunshine isn’t a bad way to while away an afternoon in the Dorset countryside.