I have a special fondness for dragonflies. When I am in a calm and peaceful mood I can gently reach out and pick them up. It's like they know I won't harm them. I even had one use my shin as a landing platform while it was hunting for tiny insects. It would dart off to catch one, then it would land again on my leg.
When my daughter found one laying dead on my lawn, perfectly preserved, she made sure she showed it to me.
I went out and bought a shadowbox frame and mounted it over a piece of my handwoven cloth. This was a scrap leftover when I made the huck-lace valance for my Loom Room.
As it dried the dragonfly lost a lot of it's original iridescent blue colour, but I still think it is lovely.