My parents’ place has its share of dragonflies, and my favorite thing about them — aside from their obvious awesome weirdness — is that they just sit there even if you get up in their faces with a camera. I can’t even imagine what I could do if I had an actual macro lens and some actual patience.
When I was growing up, there was this book floating around our house called Speaking Southern Like It Should Be Spoke, and it was more or less a dictionary of Southernisms. What I can’t say for sure is whether or not it was mean or nice. Like, was it playful self-parody, or mean razzing from the outside? I’m not sure, and it’s even harder to tell since I can’t really find much out about that…
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