Science fiction has always intrigued me, but nonfiction is more compelling.
Floating down the Shenandoah River in pursuit of smallmouth, I docked my kayak on a small rock outcropping in the middle of the river. The intention was to cast from this platform to the riffles below. Upon inspecting the 10’x5’ rock I was standing on, a bizarre spectacle unfolded before my eyes. Perched facing the sun, lay several nymphs preparing to emerge. They were dragonfly nymphs and the emerging process was horrifying and completely enthralling. Reminiscent of Ridley Scott’s, Alien, the transformation was too strange to look away.
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